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Monday, 28 April 2014

50 Shades of Confusing

Reading is good. At least, that's what people who read are always telling me. I'm fairly certain though that not all reading is created equal. A hundred pages of Twilight does not equal a hundred pages of War and Peace. Of course, different books will appeal to different audiences, and that is where my confusion for the day occurs.

I was riding on the skytrain next to some 20-something looking guy. He was in track pants and a t-shirt, carrying what appeared to be some form of sports bag. My first clue to expect the unexpected with this guy should have been when he sat down and didn't smell like an old sweat sock, but rather like laundry fresh from the dryer. I may have proceeded to read a few of his text messages over his shoulder, but this is somewhat difficult to do and they appeared mostly uninteresting. (One of them did mention some other dude hitting puberty, which seemed weird, but I'm really hoping it was just very mildly worded mocking of said other dude.) Then he pulled out a book. It seems that he was unabashedly and in public reading 50 Shades of Grey. Now not having read the book myself, perhaps I have misjudged the target audience, but I was pretty sure it was not 20-something year old boys. I guess maybe he's working his way up to War and Peace, while he stimulates his, um, brain with some reading.

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