I can’t blame Kristen Stewart for being creeped out by Fifty Shades of Grey, seeing as it’s essentially fan fiction porn about her. Which is weird. I won’t deny that. The fact that it’s such poorly written fan fiction porn is just salt in the wound, so I don’t blame her for not embracing it with open arms. What I don’t understand is why, when asked about it by Backstage magazine, she channeled a Sunday school teacher when giving her response:
“But it’s just so raunchy! I mean, obviously, everyone knows that,” she quipped. “But when I see people reading it on planes and stuff, I’m genuinely creeped out. Like, you’re basically just reading porn right now! Get that blanket off your lap!”
I never pegged Kristen Stewart as a prude, that’s for sure. She’s pretty open about taking on sexual roles outside of Twilight, and is savvy and cynical enough to concoct one of the biggest, most successful PR stunts in history (allegedly). And even if her cheating scandal wasn’t a PR stunt, she still cheated. Which usually involves sexual activity of some kind, and not playing a round of bridge with white gloves on while sipping tea.
It’s okay to feel weird and uncomfortable about Anastasia Steele’s messy hair, awkwardness, and penchant for biting her lip when those characteristics are based off of you and your messy hair, awkwardness, and lip-biting habit. It’s not okay to put women down for reading a raunchy book, no matter how shitty said book may be.
I think one positive thing that has come out of the massive success of Fifty Shades is the international dialogue it opened up for women and their sexuality. One thing that has completely baffled me about the whole phenomenon surrounding it is that, apparently, there are a fucking ton of people out there who don’t realize that steamy sex scenes have been in books for years. And years. And years and years. A leading male character who happens to be rich, good-looking, and oh-so-damaged hardly something new. So I don’t understand why Kristen Stewart and other pearl-clutchers are kind of shaming women for reading it in public. As if everyone who reads it at a bus stop or on the subway is instantly going to drop trou and start tweaking their nipples and touching their ladybits in broad daylight.
Ok, so this has probably actually happened on a NYC subway. But probably not more than once.