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Grocery Store Erotica

There's a funny sort of emptiness

that passes over me

as I walk past the paperback erotica that tuck themselves away

in the shelves of the local grocery store in places that are

simultaneously completely out in the open yet completely ignored

looking, as I do, with mock casual interest

and unfeigned disdain.

Who are these intended for, really?

Are they for the snuggly-wuggly, ***** cozy-woozy, wishy-washy and warm family of four

comparing chicken nugget prices and

weighing the health benefits of

vegetable medley versus succotash?

Or are they for the uni flatmates

walking huddled together for warmth or protection or both,

seeing as they're wearing only sandals and denim shorts

and this is the first time

they've been grocery shopping without mum,

that giggle loudly together to mask how homesick they really are

while they compare the calories in

Campbell's versus Progresso.

They went with Progresso if you were wondering.

Or are they meant for those who are cooking for one?

For those who have no need to compare prices

or calories

out loud.

For those who are well acquainted

with the old, familiar tiled aisles

as they have no one to take out to dinner.

Is this where they are to find company?

Betwixt the pages of a badly penned,

lighter than marshmallows,

more shallow than the kiddie pool,

more transparent than Casper,

not-good-enough-to-be-bloody-compost

"literary" garbage?

Is this -assumed- female

supposed to curl up with one of these slabs of drivel

and feel **** and aroused

in her baggy sweats and ill-fitting hoodie

after she ate a microwaveable chicken *** pie all by her lonesome?

As a single girl who often cooks for one,

I am offended by this.

Personally,

I think Lestat is ten times sexier than Edward,

Salai is way cuter than Fabio,

and Christian Grey couldn't S Mr. Rochester's D.

What I'm saying is-

Grocery Stores.

YOU are the primary reason for this pathetic f-ckery.

Everything else in the store can be compared for quality.

So why not apply that same knowledge

to the book arena.

Signed,

A Concerned Shopper

p.s. Please extend the validity date on the chicken *** pie coupon. Thank you!

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alice-butler
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Nov 1, 2013
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Seriously considering sending this to my local grocery store.

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