I put it off, I procrastinated, and thought it was dumb. And here we are in 2017 and the second of the 3 (?) movies is coming out. And I’m finally reading Fifty Shades Of Grey. It’s very weird. It’s basically all about how being into BDSM is just like being a vampire. It’s not a metaphor I’m immediately hostile to, because in my experience if your partner is into any kind of hobby or scene and in particular if that scene could possibly be described as a lifestyle, then every now and then and usually whenever it’s least convenient, scene-related drama will sweep back into town like a renegade werewolf and clothesline you when you’re least expecting it.
Not that E L James means it like that, but still.