“What is it with chicks and horses, huh?”

That’s the movie line that runs through my head when I read the articles about Fifty Shades of Grey.

From the porn argument to gross glamorization of violence against women – I get it. Truthfully, I agree much more with the critics than disagree. But what I find more interesting is “why” so many women are flocking to the Fifty Shades series, rather than the morality behind the series itself.

(For the record, I only read about half of one book and didn’t see the movie.  While I can easily fall into a world of Muggle-born wizards, the idea of a gorgeous 27-year-old French speaking, helicopter flying, classically trained pianist, billionaire CEO who falls desperately for a virginal college senior at Washington State University . . . well,  I just couldn’t suspend disbelief.)

But, I’ve heard the talk and read the articles. So, of course, I feel the need to weigh in.

What I’ve noticed is this:

Many of the same women who are so enraptured by Fifty Shades are the same women who haven’t had a date with their husbands in two months.

They’re the same women who’ve walked by a television screen in their finest negligeé without receiving even a second glance.

They’re the same women that have a toddler sleeping beside them in their King sized bed because “Daddy is working late” – again.

They’re many of the same women whose husbands gave up on their marriage because it was “just too hard.”

Bottom line, it’s not difficult to figure out why this movie made $90 million in its first week – with a primarily housewife audience. And, I hate to break it to you, it has very little to do with immorality.

Just for a little while, a woman wants someone to tell her how beautiful, challenging, and sexy she is. She wants to imagine – that there is someone out there that is enamored with her during every moment of every day, who refuses to take his eyes off of her, and will do anything to be with her. And if she gets all of those things and he wants to have passionate, uninhibited sex too, well . . .

Maybe, instead of discouraging women from reading the books or seeing the movie, we should encourage women to think about “why” they want to read the books or see the movie.  Maybe we should encourage couples to talk about what’s lacking in their own romantic lives.  Maybe we should appreciate that no matter how bad the writing is, Fifty Shades of Grey identifies with the needs of its audience:

to be a priority

to be seen as an individual

to be wanted

to feel beautiful

Maybe, just maybe, if more of those needs were met, women would want books and movies like Fifty Shades of Grey less and less.

“No way, Micah! No more Frozen. It’s Mommy’s turn to pick! Tonight, it’s . . . George of the Jungle.”

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