getting 50 shades
you've seen it right? the trailer?
i will see the movie, not for the elevator sex, but to check out ana's closet at the penthouse. i read the series awhile ago, and i've forgotten all about christian's peculiarities and the playroom, but i can still tell you all about mrs. jones’s turkey soup. weird, i know, but i want to be ana, not because of christian but because of his hired help.
mrs. jones, christian's housekeeper. i mean what would life be like if you had a live-in cook slash maid? i can tell you. you’d finally get to eat mushrooms with everything because gourmet dinners tailored to your tastes only would be left out on the counter, brown bags lunches would be ready in the morning to bring to work, and you'd always come home to a clean penthouse. and, by the way, if you never had to walk over your man's socks, if the shower never had any soap scum, you'd probably be in the mood more often too.
then, there is caroline action, anastasia's personal shopper from neiman marcus with an unlimited budget. . omg that's a certain kind of nervana right there for sure. i'd give anything to tell someone i’d like an orange a-line sundress that makes me feel adventurous, camouflages my thighs and will put me in the mood to return my mother-in-law’s call. caroline would have found my camel-colored soft leather purse in less time than my two month search. i’m pretty sure i just had to put the book down for a moment and control my breathing at the point when ana walked into her penthouse closet full of designer clothing that she didn't have to hunt or pay for. ana will, for literary eternity, have clothes that fit her perfectly without ever using a florescent lit dressing room again...ouch.
and don't forget elena lincoln of esclava salon. i think our ana got way too worked up over elena being christian's former lover. didn't she realize that one day she will go gray and having unlimited access to a top salon would be a huge score? seriously ana! all i could think about was how i'd march myself right into esclava every morning and have the team of professionals go at it. and if the ex was lurking about while i got my seaweed facial and neck massage, not my problem.
last but not least the taciturn jason taylor must be included here. who would want a silent driver, always on time and knows the best routes around traffic? uh, me. forget grey and his helicopter, i'll take taylor, especially if he'll drive the kids to swim practice.