Dinosaur Porn.
Seriously though.
In a rapidly changing world – I don’t say evolve because that implies a positive connotation, and I’m not 100% sure it’s getting better – but in a changing world, the very definition of literature seems to transform. WDWS? Go ahead and Wiki it yourselves. The top of the list isn’t too surprising…You got your Dickens, Tolkein, The Little Prince. Scroll down, down, numbers unreported but there you see the sparkling catastrophe Twilight mentioned, and further down, stop:
There she is, that red room beauty that apparently sold as many copies as Pooh bear himself. It’s heartbreaking. Like Team Edward and Jacob, sparkling emo vampires, obsessive puppylove werewolves and suicidal pasty young girls weren’t bad enough, we had to take it one step further. But I really do think the worst part is the waste of such a beautiful title.
50 Shades of Grey. Just think of the opportunities! It could be about growing older, maturing physically and mentally. It could be an examination of the black and white moral compass of society, an investigation into the moral grey area that we all find ourselves questioning and exploring throughout our lives. But what happened? It is, for the foreseeable future, synonymous with…well, let’s summarize:
It’s about this girl who falls in love with a filthy rich guy who’s really moody – he’s the fifty shades, since his mood changes a lot. And then they have this really complicated sexual relationship, it’s all about bondage-discipline, dominance-submission, sadism-masochism, but it’s just so hard (pun intended) because she loves him a lot and he buys her amazing things and takes her to the most incredible parties but then he wants her to be his sex slave which is obviously not okay, since she’s vanilla. But she loves him so much, just by saying her name he makes her explode and her subconscious faints and her inner goddess does back flips and she basically turns into Lizzie McGuire (remember that show guys?!).
So, for now and forever, it’s synonymous with poor plot, shallow characters and handcuffs.
I may not be the biggest fan.
On the other hand – dinosaur porn. Wish I had thought of it.
Why is this so different? Because they’re selling it for $3 a pop and it seems, well, hilarious. I have to admit I’m a little surprised that monster porn is such a big deal but holy shit these girls are making money and having fun while they do it. I can’t personally see the appeal but to each her own (or his own, I suppose). It’s obviously doing well, since it’s all over google these days. I mean, I just looked through 10 slides of dinos gettin’ it on. Oh here’s the link, didn’t mean to be selfish:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/10/02/dinosaur-erotica_n_4032092.html
I’m just trying to think of the next big thing and beat the world to it. A good friend of mine suggested Care Bear erotica (Care Bearotica?) , but pretty sure that’s a copyright entanglement waiting to happen. Unicorns? Are those sexy? Leprechauns? Maybe it’s worth a shot.
All I can say is, it’s a good thing this stuff is surfacing now or Fred would’ve had to keep a closer eye on Wilma and Dino. Yabba dabba who does who?
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