Remember 50 Shades of Grey? That series of puerile novels about a romance between a perfect hunk macho rich-as-Croesus sock puppet, who likes to slap women around, and a gorgeous young moron who likes to be slapped around… Yeah, it’s still out there. And now it has some competition.
Appearing on the shelves of my neighborhood supermarket today was The Submissive, by one “Tara Sue Me.” This is billed as “a must read if you loved 50 Shades of Grey” –that is, if you are a moral imbecile with incredibly poor taste in literature–and “even better than 50 Shades of Grey,” meaning worse.
In this piece of garbage, the beautiful young airhead falls into a romance with a handsome perfect richer-than-Croesus young hunk named F. Scott Fitzgerald… Oops, I mean “Nathanael West.” The real Nathaniel West was a novelist and screenplay writer, famous for his short novels, Miss Lonelyhearts and The Day of the Locust. The only reason I can imagine for “Tara Sue Me” to name her fictional nobody after a real person is pure ignorance. So steer clear of cheap novels featuring characters with names like Yuri Andropov, Laurence Olivier, Eddie Matthews, etc.
Where are all the feminists? These books depict women as totally dominated by certain types of laughably obnoxious men, and loving it. But then feminists never seem to mind anything that truly debases our culture. Hey, they all loved Clinton, didn’t they?
As our civilization rushes to the bottom, merrily giving its approval to “dominance and submission” as just another hip lifestyle, it’s comforting to know that God has other plans for us.