Read Whatever You Want!

I'm certainly guilty of letting someone else decide what I like. It's a puzzle to me how much we let popular culture dictate what our own personal taste is. It regularly happens with music, I will hear something on the radio and dislike it intensely, but after the thousandth play on the radio waves it begins to worm it's way into my heart. I actively seek it out and belt it out on my way to work, inside the car of course, with my poor sister and niece as my captive audience. Another instance might be a new popular television show that airs teasers on radio, tv, and other social media outlets that I dislike instantly based on superficial examination, but later will try to watch and will add to my list of favorite shows. Books though are an area of my life that usually refuse to let other dictate my taste in. I've always avoided book clubs with an unholy passion, I tend to politely nod when a friend suggests a book but never actually read them. When I began an online book club with a friend where I help pick books to read, imagine my surprise when I couldn't seem to finish the book. My own principles went against me. It took me a long time to read it, well over a month; it usually takes me a day or two at most. Maybe I just don't have the book club mentality?

To Be Scared Sh*&less or Not? **update

I don't usually actively seek out being scared out of my mind but when I added American Horror Story to my queue, I had an inkling of what was coming my way. I've always had an active imagination and paired with horrible sleep patterns, things that go bump in the night equals night terrors, i.e. me waking up screaming. So, last night I began watching AHS with my sister. We only got about a half an hour in to the first episode before she wimped out and headed to bed. I gladly shut it off and returned to watching something else. I would be damned if I would continue the episode on my own despite my curiosity of what happens next. After a night of tossing and turning, replaying certain scenes in my head... I wonder whether I should continue or not? ***update So, I took a break from watching and skipped most of the episodes. Then my sister was watching the last few, in a dark room no less, and I got hooked back in and finished the first season. Was I scared sh*&tless, ultimately no. Now, do I watch the second season?

"Mommy Porn"

Why did you read Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James? I read it to see what the hype was about. This goes against what I stand for in the most basic sense. I am an advocate for reading what you love, whether it is a cereal box, comic books, or the latest bestseller from Dan Brown. Reading is reading! I have a hard time when I am being told what to read. Just between you and me I've read some erotica in my time and Fifty Shades... doesn't classify as that in my opinion. It is so poorly written. Here are some excerpts: "He’s my very own Christian Grey flavor Popsicle." "My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves." "My inner goddess jumps up and down with cheer-leading pom-poms shouting yes at me." "He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process. He’s going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glowing in the anticipation." "I don’t remember reading about nipple clamps in the Bible." Seriously, yes these are for real. Here is an excerpt from a spoof version of the book entitled: Fifty Sheds of Grey by C.T. Grey. "'Mr Grey?' 'I keep telling you, Olivia, call me Colin. Mr Grey sounds so formal. Now, what is it?' 'There's someone down here in the lobby, Mr Grey. She says she needs to see you. She says it's urgent.' I bite my lip, pensively. She? It must be a woman. 'What's her name? Does she have an appointment?' 'No, Mr Grey, and she won't tell me her name, but she's very insistent. She says she knows you.' I gaze out of the twentieth-floor window at the vast, sprawling metropolis from behind my vast, sprawling desk and frown. Who could it be? 'Very well,' I reply eventually, 'Send her up.' 'Yes, Mr Grey.' I lay the receiver back on its cradle. As I await my mysterious visitor, my steel grey eyes roll around my vast, sprawling office, entirely white from floor to ceiling apart from a mosaic of small monochrome photographs hanging on the opposite wall - my Fifty Sheds of Grey. One of the pictures catches my attention and my manly lips curve upwards into a wistful smile..." "WARNING: Fifty Sheds of Grey contains fifty graphic shed-based images. Please do not look if you are easily offended." It's sad how much more I want to read this and how much better the writing is.

Go Boom!

Really, what is the fuss about Transformers about? Some movies are to be valued only for their pure entertainment worth and the franchise that is Transformers is such a film. It's about freakin' robots for goodness sake! Why do the actors feel the need to diminish the film they are in, in an attempt to defend their artistic integrity. The latest is the actor Hugo Weaving who voiced one of the robots in the film: http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2012/oct/19/michael-bay-hugo-weaving-transformers. Sometimes I want to watch something blow-up and not have to wonder what lies in the subtext, it's nice to sit-back and tune-out for an hour or so. Who goes to see a movie based off a children's cartoon and expects to see a Scorcese film...

Ted (2012) Can you say Mediocre with a Boston accent?

Was anybody else not impressed with this film? I wasn't...not disappointed just "meh" - shoulder shrugging as I say this - about Ted. I laughed in the appropriate places but it was more like a been there done that kinda laugh. If you are a fan of Seth McFarlane who wrote and directed the film then you might just feel like me.

Fifty Shades of Grey...

"the little-tapped female smut market" This snippet is taken from a review of said book...does it strike anyone else as fabulously hilarious.

New show title that sounds like a Gay Pornographic film

'Inside Men' Premieres on BBCA