I’ve gone an entire week without posting boo on my site, which hasn’t happened since I started blogging over three years ago. There are two things to blame for the unprecedented lapse.
The first is something I am calling The Forty Fog. It feels a little like this picture I took at the park the other day:
Ever since turning forty a few weeks ago I have been in sort of a haze, not quite like a depression but certainly a cloudy relative. In fact, I’ve got one hand in my pocket and the other one texting my therapist. Mainly the fog consists of thick, head-trippiness , also known as introspection, centered around words like purpose, priorities and mortality. I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting, reassessing, realigning.
I’ve also been doing a lot of self-indulgent activities, like relaxing on the couch, watching performance shows like Idol, The Voice, Smash and GLEE (please watch this is you missed the Whitney episode), and reading books, which I haven’t done in forever. Which brings me to the second (real) reason I haven’t posted in a week:
Fifty Shades of Grey:
Last week I heard of the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy from three different sources, so this past Saturday I finally gave into curiosity and downloaded the first one onto my iPad.
I passed on downloading the bundle of three, you know, just in case I didn’t like the first one. Dumb mistake. Of course I immediately had to purchase the second, which I’m in the middle of now, and the third will not be far behind, I am certain of that.
In case you haven’t heard of this Fifty Shades of Effed Up phenomenon yet, basically it’s poorly written erotica, also being called mommy porn, smut or “clit lit.” My friend Beth reviewed the steamy trilogy, saying accurately that though they are poorly written, there is something about them that is undeniably delicious. So delicious that I’ve haven’t published a blog post in a week.
So, this weekend, I plan on seeing my shrink, enjoying a weekend away at La Costa Spa that we won, and also hopefully finishing this trilogy so I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming here on The Mama Mary Show, sooner rather than later.
In the meantime, go buy the Fifty Shades of Grey bundle on iBooks, or Kindle or at Barnes and Noble (don’t waste time by buying them separately, you won’t read just one, trust me).
Please note: Fifty Shades of Grey is not for the faint at heart. S & M, flogging and butt plugs are involved. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.