I’m five years away
from a career that required me
to know what’s going on in the world,
yet I still feel a social responsibility to
being on top of popular culture.
So, for research purposes,
I read Fifty Shades of Grey.
All three books.
It’s a good thing I did because
it keeps coming up in my coaching.
Women are reading it and—news
not for the naughty bits.
Women are longing for the man
Grey is outside the bedroom.
The kind of guy who holds hands
and plants chaste kisses in public.
The kind of guy who watches his woman sleep
(okay that’s kinda creepy)
and tells her she’s beautiful
Sure, some women want
more playroom than bedroom,
but there are also a fair number who
would happily take
a couple of swats on the ass
with a riding crop
for a compliment,
a flirtatious text message or
a plan for Saturday night.
The result is Fifty Shades of Frustrated.
And even more unrealistic expectations about
what a relationship should be.
Clearly, the only responsible thing to do
is to read the book together. Discuss.
And think twice about that silk tie for