Prologue: Last fall, upon her birthday, JCK received a book from her husband. A book that we shall call ...
steamy. Whether well written or not, is still up for debate, but clearly JCK scored in husbandry if not literature. This novel is known in some circles as the book that launched 12,987,008 orgasms.
JCK's son, who attends a local public school, likes to surprise his teachers and his parents with the items he both brings to school, and brings home. Yes, this BOY has his own
pockets of resist
ance. Emptying his backpack is like attending a carnival, but not the one leading up to Lent. JCK has retrieved such hoarded wealth as LEGO men, stuffed animals, coins, rocks, and crumbled energy bar wrappers, as well as a recent
objet d'art...a milk carton, buried in a side pocket, that had soured and caused palpable havoc amongst the Minivan passengers, and the surrounding countryside. Cheese makers in France would have been proud.
JCK, when she is not working, worrying about her children, attending committee meetings, doing mundane household tasks, pulling out her hair over the use of delicate bon mots
within her blog posts, or having wild sex with her husband...
reads. She reads lots of books. Some books, understandably, she does not display for her children to peruse.
N'est-ce pas? One example would be
THAT BOOK she received from her husband on her birthday, and the subsequent sequels she downloaded on her
Kindle Fire. Yes, she is a
glutton for decadence, our JCK.
Surprisingly, JCK is not what you would call a
computer geek. She can roll with the average computer literati, but that's about as far as she'll take it. Therefore, when JCK downloads books on her device, she just lets them pop into her "book shelf". Leave them on the Cloud?
What cloud? JCK is sure you get the point.
So, it was that one morning, unbeknownst to JCK, her son went to school with JCK's device, which contained her most recent downloads....otherwise known as
The Postmodernism Deconstruction Pornographic Trilogy for Mommies, e.g.,. lots of talk about Moby Dick
without the Moby.
You can imagine JCK's surprise when she received a text from the BOY's teacher stating that BOY had absconded to secondary school
with JCK's Kindle Fire in tow, and was found using it on the playground
surrounded by other children. Now, when JCK first received the text, she did not realize the
full implications of what this could mean.
Noooo... what transpired in JCK's fertile brain was anger and Mama Righteousness ...
because, BOY had taken her device
without asking.
It would be much later in the day,
hours later, when the full import of what had happened would strike JCK's consciousness like a visceral blow. BOY's talent with electronic devices, and the knowledge of his
facile ability to manipulate the Kindle Fire would send JCK into paraoxyms of High Anxiety and Deep Shame. Is
THIS how her son would learn about...the birds and the bees?!
JCK considered attending the school aftercare pick-up incognito. If her hot flashes didn't kick in, she
might be able to get away with one of her husband's old jackets? And she still had her Ginger wig from that Halloween a few years back..
JCK chose the path of least resistance, deciding to forgo the disguise
in favor of being cooler. If all and sundry or
even sundry were going to look at JCK with severity of expression, she didn't want to be misinterpreted by throwing her clothes off during a hot flash, and see heads bobbing up and down thinking she was still throbbing from 50 Shades of Shame Parenting.
Epitaph: Hark! Is there a happy ending to this tale? Mayhap
a... summation as follows... It turned out that BOY was more interested in video games than in exploring the writings of
a particular subject. No book was opened. No pages turned. However, JCK did fly through the school gate, pick up her children, all while managing to wrench the Kindle Fire out of her son's deadly grip. When she arrived home, JCK sent her Fifty Shades of Bondage & Fifty Shades of Scandal soaring back to the...CLOUD... with no one the wiser. You BET your Cayman Islands dollar
JCK feels that she won the
absolution lottery; hereafter known as JCK and the
almost Cataclysmic Kinky Kindle Calamity...or why JCK's hair turned .
...50 Shades Whiter.
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Photo credits:
fishnets,
cheese,
whoop ass,
LEGO figure
JCK wishes to dedicate this post to her friend, S.
I bow to you.
ReplyDeleteHoly hell. And phew!
ReplyDeleteOdds are the teacher has read those books too! One of my teacher friends was embarassed to buy one at our small local book store so I sent her to a relative who works there who could be counted on to hand her the book discreetly.
ReplyDeleteI have had far too many conversations with teachers and librarians about these books this year! We had "Between Shades of Gray" (a very well written young adult book with an unfortunate title) on book fairs this year which led to conversations with just about every librarian and teacher I talked with. I think every woman I know has read at least excerpts of "fifty"... even at schools in Utah. But still, you got lucky! Thank goodness for the eternal draw of video games.
ReplyDeleteThis is funny because just the other night my 23-year old son picked my Nook up and went to turn it on. I asked what he was doing and he said he wanted to see what I was reading. I suggested he actually might not. He dropped it like a hot potato.
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