50 Degrees of Experimentation
Elbows on the bar, Ted winked at me naughtily. “My buddies are all for that book. Seems it gave their wives ideas.” That book, of course, is 50 Shades of Grey, the rather florid romp through the titillating topic of spanking.
There are many misconceptions about “that book,” but there is no arguing with the fact that the three-volume opus, which began life as online serial Twilight fan fiction, is the fastest selling paperback of all time, even faster than Harry Potter and busting outmoded genre moulds. Britain reports sex-toy sales spiked 300 per cent this past summer to jibe with the book’s mainstream paperback release (it was at first available only on e-readers). Anything mentioned in the books – love beads, silk hand restraints, horsewhips – trended on Amazon.com along with the volumes.
So why are we suddenly so open to a walk on the wilder side? Author E.L. James struck a nerve with 50 Shades by using a tried-and-true romance formula. Boy, wise in the ways of the world, seduces naive virgin girl: the “transgressive” elements of the story, which include a domination contract and fairly tame slap play, are firmly rooted in an old-fashioned love story. After a thousand or so pages of negotiations over sexual compatibility, the protagonists fall in love and have a car full of children and default to what the author dubs “vanilla” sex. The shame of the overall message is that Ana Steele “saves” Christian Grey (of the title), who was into domination because of his emotional scarring. I do wish her characters could simply be into a little kink without it being hog-tied to emotional damage.
I couldn’t yet imagine a way that this outre behaviour related to a milder, safer version of sex play with a little edge to it. This was the era when art was just lapping at the fringes: Helmut Newton, Robert Mapplethorpe, even Madonna’s Sex book brought racier images into our imaginations.
Let’s address some of the basics here: BDSM is a catch-all acronym, meaning bondage-discipline; domination-submission; sadism-masochism. The concept exists on many levels, from a full subculture lifestyle with dungeons and real pain and humiliation to curious couples taking a riding crop out for an experimental canter.
We all crave a little danger in sex, even Dr. Oz will tell you that. However, with the mass affirmation that comes along with 250 million in sales came flutterings of outrage, led chiefly by Katie Roiphe, the date-rape polemicist. The Ana character is a submissive; Roiphe and indeed feminists of most waves reflexively tamp down any flame-up of the politics of power in the bedroom. But contrarian Camille Paglia, the polarizing force of the ’90s, argued that a lust for aggression is in our blood and that sex and power can’t be separated. She also maintained that romance is decadence. And what 50 Shades is at its heart is a decadent romance.