Men love porn. Women love shit that is exactly the same as porn but has more socially acceptable names. Like outlet shopping or mocha anything. "Erotica" is how the people making a fortune off of the Fifty Shades of Grey book and movie series describe their work. Men see right through that. People are fucking and the music is super shitty. That's porn.
The second installment, Fifty Shades Darker, comes out on Valentine's Day, in time for women with no dates to storm the theaters clutching their cutely named sex toys in their purses. The entirety of the series is based upon a sexually dominant-submissive relationship that would be decried as patriarchal fodder were it not for the convenient exceptions to rape culture labeling. Put Trump's face over Christian Grey and you have every single disparaging meme pushed by Jezebel during the month of October.
Walk into the dining hall at Vassar and suggest that a good number of women secretly get off on rape fantasies. I'm not sure they can re-attach testicles. Though nice icebox. Double standards are at the heart of most every self-righteous movement. Shut up and watch the fucking.
Photo Credit: 'Fifty Shades Darker'