2nd-Hand Embarrassed: Fifty Shades of Grey in Public

When did it become socially acceptable to just blatantly read erotica — or the more socially acceptable term “Romance Novels” — in public? Think about it. When is the last time you sat across from someone on the train, nose deep in this business?

 

Never? Maybe at the beach? If you saw it, you most likely laughed about it and proceeded to judge this person for getting their visual and mental happies on in front of you and your sweet grandma.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have read some pretty erotic fan fiction (HELLO, THE SUBMISSIVE *fans self*) before in public, but it was on my cell and no one could quite tell what I was reading. Even then, I felt embarrassed and a bit silly. I prefer the privacy of my own playroom apartment.

So class it up, America. Please stop reading this in public and for eff’s sake, stop talking about BDSM in every public setting. My poor brain may explode at the next work function when someone says, “I want me some Christian Grey.”

Safe wording this entire phenomenon.

Turpentine, out.