Tuesday, September 2, 2014

50 Shades Of Gross

Wetlands by Charlotte Roche is that mega-selling novel that took German literature to a new high...or low, however you look at it. It makes 50 Shades Of Gray look like a child's coloring book. Now, it's been made into a movie and people say they left nothing out. Hmm. I don't quite understand how they could even make this into a movie or who in the world would agree to star in such a thing. When I looked up excerpts from the book I got such interesting and terrifying tidbits. You can look them up yourself, or you can go on You Tube where you can hear them being read. I'll give you some links. But, let me warn you, some of this writing is truly gross. It deals with very personal details this fictional woman is giving the readers. I found some of it just fascinating, I guess because part of me must be very voyeuristic or just plain nosey or perhaps I'm gross and disgusting myself. Books like this make you wonder.

When she describes sex acts, like HERE, I find my mind wondering. I just can't be interested in that. But, when she describes growing Avocado Trees from seeds of the fruit she has eaten, I find I am totally focused on her words, not being able to steer my brain away for even a second, as she describes fucking the seed during the sprouting process. And linking the seed to birthing children she has made sure she will never have. HERE. There are more links there to the side, more readings.

The personal things revealed here are blowing my mind and I consider myself pretty jaded to this sort of thing. Everything from waking up in the hospital from anal surgery because she actually caused an anal fissure trying to shave the hemmorrhoids on her own ass to making her own toilet paper tampons to stop the flow of blood because buying tampons is for suckers, I guess. It's so sick to read, it's like peeking through someone's bathroom window or planting a hidden camera. I guess I'm a sicko, 'cause I want to read the book. She can keep the sex scenes though. Snore.

11 comments:

Dan Zinski said...

European actors generally speaking are much less shy about doing things onscreen that are considered gross and wrong. Exhibit A Charlotte Gainsbourg in Nymphomaniac.

Anonymous said...

Nope. Gross. I read the Happy Hooker in 8th grade. That was BAD! And we had to hide it at school, as we read it or walked the halls and at home. It was FILTHY! And got passed around and all the filthy stuff was notated. LOL. It was exciting because it was NOT for kids, but hell, we all read that shit! This isn't exciting. Neither is sex. Right you are. How did she not lose that avocado pit "up" there? I know a guy who had a corn stalk growing from his ear once, i guess she can grow an avocado tree from her snatch, if that's what she likes. Or go to the ER with that thing stuck, waaaay up in there. OMG!
Dr tells story later: "So, a lady walks into the ER, right? With a tree growing out of her vag...I shit you not...an avocado tree!" She says:
"I fell on it...while I was naked...and it already had that gel on it...I dunno what happened DR!!!"
Dr asks:"Were you raping this avocado pit, ma'am ?"

Lady:"NOOOOO!!!! No, I don't know how it got there! Honest!" *sobs*

Dr:"Bitch was lying, of course! LMAO! A f'g avocado pit???!"

Ridiculous. This has disaster written all over it. Never happened. It's creative tho. Some Ppl will F**k anything. So, maybe?

Rox

Dirty Disher said...

She freely admits to her doctor when she loses something up her vag, like toilet paper wads to stop blood. She doesn't care. She also tries to fish them out with BBQ tongs and doesn't clean the tongs first. Or after. Now, how anyone can lose something in their cooter is what I can't wrap my head around. She blames it on short fingers. I have short fingers and I have always known where things are in my cooter and have been able to remove them. Diaphrams, I admit, are the most difficult. But, really, losing a wad of toilet paper?? Her vag must be the size of my car trunk.

Dirty Disher said...

Melvin, I just can't imagine anyone saying yes to this screen role. How on Earth would you seriously examine, sniff and taste your own vag on screen?? And that's a mild example of the stuff I read in that book. I don't understand how there's enough money or 'art' in the world to take that on.

Dirty Disher said...

Okay, I just looked up Charlotte Gainsbourg in Nymphomaniac. She said some of the scenes were embarassing and humiliating. I saw a couple of them. Gross, is all I can saw. She also says she wore fake genitals. Now THAT was interesting and I want to know more about how that worked. She said it took a long time for them to 'put it in'. WTF?? Part of it actually went inside her? This shit is freaking me out.

Jo said...

When she started talking about the shit coming out of her vagina it sounded like a multitude of infections to me. Kind of made me sick.

Dirty Disher said...

Jo, I agree, a lot of it made me totally grossed out. It made me wonder how the author thought of this stuff, like, do people really do this stuff? But, you know they do. I mean, none of us tell the gross stuff we do, but, this goes beyond. It's like someone totally obsessed with their genitals. Someone who lives in their own vag and ass. You know people like that exist and I find it fascinating.

Jane said...

First off, I have to admit I didn't go to youtube nor do I know anything about the book. I've just read the comments. But I am pissed that she can get an avocado to grow in her cooter and I can't get one to grow in a flower pot. Maybe I've been going about it the wrong way all along.

Anonymous said...

Jane, you always crack me up! I didn't read any of it, either . I did go to the link, but as the voice started talking, I just thought nope. I'm just not interested. It's enough to know that people like that exist. It strikes me as something I would have to look for brain bleach to rid myself of, later.
Christina

Unknown said...

Sex sells! I actually forced myself to read 50 shades of grey because I have absolutely no idea what people do when performing bondage. I was curious. But it really didn't turn me on and they basically seemed to be performing the same sexual act over and over again. I actually started to skip the sex scenes because they were boring and repetitive. Pain doesn't sexually arouse me. I just wanted to get on with the plot. Halfway through the book I did something I never do, I turned to the last page to see how it ended. I was so over it by then. But the ending had such a strange twist (and I love plot twists) that I kept reading. So having read the book I can truly say it is boring, the plot is weak and the sex is repetitive. Basically they end up a two child family. I've heard a lot about Wetlands, watched the readings you kinked Pat and also watched an interview with the writer but I like romantic sex. The thought of sticking my finger in my fanny and then sucking it is about as appealing as sticking my finger into a cup of tea and sucking it. I agree with what the author says about femail hygiene products but that doesn't make me want to taste my fanny. As for the avocado pip she was able to pop it out, in the same way that Thai prostitutes pop ping ping balls out of their vaginas, because of her strong vagina muscles. I think anyone with such a great pre-occupation with her vagina is almost as sick as a young woman I knew who slipped and fell onto a foot long toilet roll holder while shoving it up her bum under the shower. Apparently hospital beds are full of silly people with similar ruptures to their insides due to similar activities. Brrrrrrr....... I'm so glad I'm not perverted!!! :-)

Frimmy said...

I've read the comments and I can only say that Jane has completely and succinctly summed up my own frustration with this subject. I have an avocado pit in a glass with the tiniest bud of a root and actually "woot"'d out loud when I found it. After seven years of trying to root a pit. (I was eating the avocados anyway, no biggie) Now begins the pampering as I coax some growth. I am not fucking it, I don't need one that bad.
All that other stuff? Just ew. Don't remember sex and nothing in recent media of any kind makes me want any. I'd fuck a 'brain' if I could find one. No, I'm lying. I'd probably just want to listen to it talk.