E.L James: The Overt Misogynist
Along with every other person who possesses a vagina on this planet, I jumped on the bandwagon to read E.L James’ 50 Shades of Grey nearly a whopping ten years ago now. Albeit, being rather young and impressionable to be reading such jagged literature at the time it didn’t exactly leave me longing to read more of her work… that was until my current boyfriend swaggered in recently and surprised me with her newest edition The Mister blissfully unaware of the earful he would soon receive concerning the pronounced misogynistic themes that lie in this book.
Having now had more experience in the department of men and relationships than I did at the ripe old age of thirteen, it’s easy to read books like this, roll your eyes and exclaim ‘AS IF!’. If you were out the loop, these books give off this incredible illusion that any man can make a woman orgasm by merely tickling her baby toe. Yes, that statement makes a total mockery of the book, however, it’s not as far-fetched as you think.
Once you stumble over the opening chapter, in which our male lead Maxim Trevelyan (who is notably, a man of incredible stature; Model, Fencer, Earl, Photographer, DJ AND Composer, just to list a few) is having sex with his recently deceased brother’s wife…(Yes, I did just say that), the main narrative of this out of touch book becomes predictably evident. It’s about a posh English playboy…
