Then I realized, Hang on, I don’t even like travel. Get real Ken. You wouldn’t go.

That’s fair enough. I was in a discussion this morning about 50 shades of gray and had gone into a long explanation of women’s unrealistic expectation of self, how barbie dolls play into it, Sleeping Beauty the benign rape fantasy, the “Knight in Shining Armor” that takes you away on the horse becomes the 10-14 yr old girl who suddenly is into romance novels with tales of ravishing, who then becomes a Bride-zilla who wants the Perfect Princess Wedding… and may find themselves attracted to the concepts in 50 shades of gray as her mental world and his merge in a rather strange way.

I also linked it up to roller coaster rides. You don’t want to drop 50 feet to your death, generally. But you’ll do so in a safe enough environment.

And all those ravishing fantasies “Oh tall man take me away from all of this!” and show me a new world… are a pretty safe outlet generally speaking as they are books… with words. Or movies. And rarely a reflection on someones’ actual life.

And then I linked it up: Lifelong fan of Doctor w/ho. Always thinking I wanted to be whisked away to travel time and space.

Then I realized, Hang on, I don’t even like travel. Get real Ken. You wouldn’t go.

So then, I realized, I’m not much different fundamentally and laughed at myself.

So that’s all there was to it. I think…

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