It was Sue Cee, one of my favorite homettes, calling from our nation's capital. She's there to join a bunch of friends for a cancer benefit race. They're running the streets of DC in honor of my BFF's husband and fellow homeboy of thirty-five years. He was recently diagnosed, we were all stunned and saddened to learn just two short weeks ago. It's going to be a serious fight for these dearest of friends
But back to the phone call.
Sue Cee sounded Tip Cee.
Three glasses of wine, she said.
Wah ha ha! Snort! I heard.
Wah ha ha!
She was hardly coherent. Iffy shades of grey, she snorted. Give it to your husband, she cackled. Spice up your sex life, she guffawed. I could hear my other friends in the background laughing right along with her.
Eventually I deciphered that she was talking about the e-book bestseller and softcore fictional book, 50 Shades of Grey. (I learned this much by Googling in the midst of all the cackling.)
Jezebel, who filed this post under Erotica, calls it Mommy Porn. She reports that Fifty Shades was 'literally" inspired by the Twilight series. If so many housewives can swoon over teenage vampire lust, the thinking went, maybe they'll go for a virgin literature major bowing down before her interviewee, a billionaire entrepreneur who's into BDSM. Over 16,000 reviews on Goodreads (up to 23,000, I just now saw), how have I not heard about this?
Too much tennis and teen taxiing, I guess.
So I thought I'd ask my readers. Has anyone read it? Is 50 Shades worth the $33 asking price (paperback)? If I had one of those electronic gadgets I could download it for $10 and tell you my opinion. But since I'm still in the dark ages, turning pages instead of flicking a screen, I'm hoping someone's little screen, and maybe erogenous zones, have been lit up by this latest sexual sensation.
And, if you happen to read this bright and early AND live in, or are visiting Washington, DC, the race starts at 9am. 1350 Pennsylvania Avenue NW. Or, in lieu of running, you can do as I did, make a donation here on my friends' Get The Funk Out of My Colon donation page.
*Tennis injury. Don't ask. I'm too pissed off at my body to talk about it.