50 Shades a Dey Part 6: I’s Hads Alls I Can Stands and I Can’t Stands No More

People who know me know that I have a peculiar personality trait. I cannot lose to an inanimate object. If you beat me, that’s fine. I can accept that there are people who are smarter/faster/stronger/prettier than me. However, inanimate objects exist solely to be bent to my will. A thing is not better than me, it is a thing..

This attitude, much to the chagrin of my wife and my boss, has often resulted in minor injuries as I refused to let a ramp tell me what to do.  Being self aware enough to realize this about myself has resulted in minor annoyance by my friends as I refused to do something because I didn’t feel like being hurt that day.

All of this is to say, 50 Shades of Grey, you win, I quit.

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50 Shades a Dey Part 5: The 14th Amendment and You

I know I keep harking on how monumentally stupid Anastasia Steele is.  I mean how utterly, truly, brutally moronic she is. But…

We’re in a built-up area of the city and even I know helicopters need space to take off and land.

Please fast forward to the six minute mark.

That was a helicopter landing on top of a Skoda Yeti.  The Yeti is roughly the size of a Ford Escape, give or take.  Because helicopters need space to take off and land.

I’m going to tap a vein if I don’t stop reading this.

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50 Shades a Dey Part 3: Who is this For?!?!?!?

I have a friend who was recently dragged to see The Adventures of Tintin with her husband and eight year old son.  She spent the rest of the afternoon complaining about it to me.  “It was boring, there was no romance.” I countered that it wasn’t a romance movie, it was a kid’s action movie. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied, “movies without romance are boring.”  I tried to explain to her that it was an action movie aimed at 10 year old boys and that a 10 year old boy’s idea of romance is feeling guilty after punching a girl in the head.  She would have none of it, all movies need romance she said.  This went on and on and on to the point where I prayed that she was just kidding with me, otherwise my friend was stupid.  I mean, it’s not like I demand more onscreen decapitations in episodes of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman (that would have made me actually watch that show, though).  Some things are just are just not for you.

50 Shades of Grey is obviously not for me.  So, who the hell is it for?

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