Monday, August 20, 2012

Two Girls, Some More Porn and a Russian Spy


You may already be aware that the 2012 break out Mommy porn star of the year, 50 Shades of Grey, is not my favorite book. Which isn't to say I didn't read every last poorly written word of all three books in the series...in about 72 hours. Of course, being erotica, it is kinda hot (albeit in a cheesy kind of way) and poorly, oh so poorly written (in a poorly written kind of way). But really, when housewives are looking to step it up from Danielle Steele and read the dirty details about what happens AFTER he pushes her gently down onto the bed (or not so gently, as the case may be), I doubt any of us expected literary magic. So naturally, when my GF suggested we listen to the audio book on our weekend road trip to MN, I said abso-porny-lutely! Surely a dramatic reading of the shadiest book to hit the best sellers list in a long time would be WAY HOT, right? W.R.O.N.G. And this is where 50 Shades went horribly, horribly awry.
Truth be told, this was my first experience with an audio book so I was all kinds of nervous, much like Ms. Steele before she became acquainted with Mr. Grey's "favorite and most cherished part of his body" (yeah, I couldn't make this sh** up).   My GF is in the business of voice overs and let me know that the reader would use different voices to distinguish between characters...makes sense. So I assumed (you know where that usually gets you) the reader would be skilled at creating different voices...makes sense. She totally sucked at it...makes.total.sense.   I'll share few of the highlights...Kate Kavanagh sounding like the girls working at the Gap in a classic SNL sketch..."OH MY GOD Becky...cinch it!".  Christian Grey sounding very much like you would expect any female reader would sound like trying to sound like a man, she just lowers her voice...which would work if she wasn't reading things like "feel me" and "I'd like to give you a good hiding".  Then, it just sounds silly (and by that I mean sillier than it already sounds). And last, but certainly worst, is the accent used for the character Jose Rodriguez...somewhat Hispanic at first and then alternating between a little bit Hispanic and a whole lotta Russian spy...awesome. And did I mention that in the book, Ms. Steele is about to graduate college in 2011 without having a computer, an e-mail account, a serious kiss (that's with tongue people), any feelings of desire for a man whatsoever and not only is a virgin, she has never fooled around with a man AT ALL (Mr. Grey was kind enough to show her how to give a handy). Combine the preposterous story line, horrible writing and bad narrating and you create the perfect storm...for mockery...and lots of it. To make it more interesting, my GF and I treated it much like Mystery Science Theater 3000 (a personal favorite) and mocked the crap out of it. In the end, it was a great time, with a great friend and made the drive time pass quickly...mission accomplished.
Having been disappointed with the books and the audio books I am really concerned for the movie (but you know I'll be watching it opening weekend!). I hope they understand the importance of visual stimulation for women and don't cast a Josh Hutcherson when clearly this part calls for a Liam Hemsworth. Seriously though, if the Princess can make it to her college graduation having no idea what a penis looks like (and in my head she will), let alone having never been seriously kissed (what a shame)...I will personally send a letter of apology to the author for dissing her book so much.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The Princess and The Chainsaw...a Tale of Motherhood

Let me start be saying I am a voracious reader.  It's something I just love to do and I believe in taking the time to do things that you really enjoy (even if you are a wife, mother, executive of an erotic fiction company or all three).  You will often find my Kindle and various other reading materials scattered about...in the car, the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom (like you don't!), my purse, etc.  Now when I say I am an avid reader that does not mean I read things that are going to better the world or teach me something, I am just as passionate about reading People magazine as I am about reading the latest book club selection (who am I kidding, I like People the most).  If it interests me I will read it...from chick lit to Cosmo to historical fiction to parenting know-how.  I especially love books that come from a simple idea that makes me smack myself in the head and say, "why didn't I think of that?!?".  Case in point..."Sh*t My Dad Says", by Justin Halpern.  This guy has parleyed something so nonsensical into an empire.  Which brings me to my (long, wordy and indirect) point.   Sh*t My Kids Say and Sh*t I Never Thought I'd Say in a Million, Gazillion Years.  Someone already has a book coming out in November with the former as it's title but a Google search on Sh*t I'd Never Thought I'd Say in a Million, Gazillion Years came up empty (only because I added "a Million, Gazillion Years"...aaaaand if you don't find it on Google, that's some sh*t that must not exist.).

Things are getting more and more interesting around the Martini house.  Thing 1 is 10, Thing 2 is 8 and The Princess has turned 5.  Sometimes the things that come out of their mouths are just precious, but more often they alternately leave me wondering if I forgot about dropping them on their heads once or twice as babies and just plain being horrified.  Here is an example of this weeks gems...

From Thing 1 (while having a discussion about how three different dog breeds are combined to create a French Bulldog)..."Mom, how do three things have a...(long pause)...moment?". 

From Thing 2..."Mom, does Diet Coke taste like Root Beer?"..."No, Diet Coke tastes like Diet Coke."...Does Cherry Coke taste like Diet Coke?"..."No, Diet Coke tastes like Diet Coke, root beer tastes like root beer and Cherry Coke tastes like Cherry Coke, they are three different kinds of pop (or soda, depending on where you are reading this)."..."Ooooohhhh, I forgot.".  Truth be told, I'm a smidge worried about how often he forgets.

From The Princess (after I had an awkward conversation with her camp teacher)..."Princess, what are you not going to talk about in camp anymore?"..."Chainsaws", said the Princess slowly in a low, disappointed voice.

Seriously, I couldn't make this sh*t up if I tried.  It certainly helps with the boredom that starts creeping into mothering about August O'clock every summer.  I think I will just roll my eyes, shake my head, have a good (inappropriate) laugh and thank my lucky stars school starts in two weeks.