Love Is Not Grey


This weekend, 50 Shades of Grey will be opening in theaters, and I've been wanting to share my thoughts on it because the more I think about it, the more I know I need to speak out. No, I have never read the book, and I will never read it. I don't have any desire to read about or watch someone have sex, and there are many movies and books I will never watch or read for that reason. But I know enough to know that what 50 Shades of Grey tries to say about love is wrong.

50 Shades of Grey has sold millions of copies worldwide and the movie has gained significant attention through the media. But just because it is being portrayed as a steamy, sexy romance that will "spice up your sex life" doesn't hide what it really is: glamorized sexual violence and domestic abuse.

The saying that "anything goes behind closed doors" is false. Women do not need to be in pain in order for their husband or partner or any man to gain the pleasure he desires. Violence in the name of love is still violence. The physical relationship between a husband and wife is something that is supposed to be sacred and beautiful, each putting each other's needs first. Instead, this shows that using someone else's body for your own pleasure is acceptable, even if the other person consents to it.

If you need more proof what I'm saying, here are a few articles that show just what 50 Shades of Grey is really about:




My heart aches for anyone who has had to suffer from an abusive relationship and I hope we can put a stop to the acceptance of this kind of behavior. I am a firm believer that a couple's sex life is something that should be kept private, but it also needs to be within the proper boundaries.

I have been incredibly blessed to be married to an amazing man, who loves me unconditionally. Who treats me with the utmost respect and care. Who packs me a lunch almost every day for work. Who encourages me to be my very best. That's what true love is.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not grey.


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