You Know What? I Don’t Even Care: Fifty Shades of Grey Chapter Twenty-Four

Posted on July 13, 2012 by


I’m gonna be honest with you. I just got back from a bar, I have a pretty decent buzz that just kicked in, I have to be up in less than four hours, I still haven’t written this post. A slightly longer version of the story is my friend and I ran into people from our graduating class in high school that we never talked to ever at the bar and they were like “Hey! You were smart kids!” and bought us drinks and I am not one to turn down such courteousness and/or drunken stupidity (on a mildly related note, thank you, Cody), and now I’m looking at this chapter, thinking about how I have to write about it, regretting my life decisions that resulted in me co-running a blog about reading terrible books, and, you know what, we all gotta deal, man

This ought to be an interesting post, is what I’m saying.

Chapter Twenty-Four

So the last time we saw Ana and Christian Grey, Christian Grey literally pulled a tampon out of Ana and then had sex with her, effectively ruining any notion I had of possibly having sex in the future, and that is where we left our heroes. That is a bad place to leave our heroes. Worse, this is a bad place to rejoin our heroes, because one might expect that it could really only improve from here, but those of us who are more jaded (and have had to read this book so as to make fun of it on the internet cough cough cough coughhhhhhhh) might expect that UGHHHH I don’t even care anymore.

For example, Ana has a sex dream sort of?

Christian stands in a steel-barred cage.

Well that’s not so abnormal for Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s a BDSM novel with relatively little BDSM in it.

He ambles with athletic grace to the front of the cage.

Who the fuck ambles?

I try to move toward him, but I’m tethered, held back by some unseen force

Is this A) symbolism, B) symbolism, C) symbolism, or D) pineapples. THE CHOICE IS YOURS. I AM SO TIRED.

Okay. Moving on. Ana is woken up by Christian.

“I want to chase the dawn with you.” […]
“I thought you wanted sex,” I grumble.
“Anastasia, I always want sex with you. It’s heartwarming to know that you feel the same,”

These people need to look up the definition of “heartwarming”, because, uh, they don’t really have it down so well.

“What time is it?”
“Five thirty in the morning.”
“Feels like three a.m.”

Because these are so fucking different.

Freud would have a field day – and then he’d probably die trying to deal with Fifty Shades.

Nah, Ariel and I have been able to psychoanalyze Christian Grey pretty accurately from an outsider’s perspective over the past few weeks, so Freud’s probably good. He’d probably die from all the coke, though. I’m so tired.

Yes, I am putting a picture of Sigmund Freud in a blog post about Fifty Shades of Grey. Some men just like to watch the world burn.

Ana teases Christian a bit by saying she’s too tired but maybe some spanking would wake her up but HAHA not really. Then Christian’s eyes do things. Cool. They leave, get in his car, and put on some fuckin’ bitching tunes, yo!

“Do you want to choose some music? This is on my iPod.” Christian has that secret smile again.
I can’t see his iPod anywhere. He taps the screen on the console between us, and behold – there is a playlist.

And lo, I bequeath unto thee, my child, a playlist.

“Maybe it’s too early for this: Britney’s at her most sultry.”

Oh, fuck, a novel where a scene with Britney Spears’s “Toxic” is the catalyst for actual dialogue threatens to enter the pseudo-canon. WHY IS THIS OUR CULTURE? But nevermind my own pretentious liberal arts degree level of freakout, Christian Grey himself has a bad reaction to this!

He turns the music down a little more, and inside I am hugging myself. My inner goddess is standing on the podium awaiting her gold metal. He turned the music down. Victory!

How the hell is choosing a song that the person you played it for that you’re completely in love with had to turn down the volume a victory? No, really, I am not sure how someone wrote that sentence and thought, “Yep. Sounds right to me.” But then, as Christian and Ana are driving to Christian’s secret place in a car, we learn a bit more about Christian and his exes, in that he ended things with some of them because they “wanted more”, and gasp this is a real plot twist, guys! After grilling her boyfriend on his exes, Ana decides to ask Christian Grey about having kids, because apparently she’s just trying to ask every awkward and inappropriate question she could possibly ask a significant other while in lengthy car ride.

“Because I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“Neither do I! Well, not for a few years yet.”

Now, honestly, this is an okay exchange. I could see this. Someone who knows they’re too young to have kids, but wants kids at some point in their life, mentions this in a way they assume is casually. And the other person kind of just ignores it because it’s out of the blue, weird, and inappropriate based on their relationship at that moment in time. Except Ana doesn’t stop before it gets worse.

“And the others?” I press.
He glances at me briefly and just shakes his head.
“Just didn’t work out.”
Whoa, bucketload of information to process.

Ok, I wrote that bit from the book word-for-word, and, um, can anybody see the “bucketload” of “information” in it? Because it looks like there is actually no information in here, but, whatever, I AM TIRED I JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

Anyway, they go gliding because that was surprise, and, being the brilliant “show don’t tell” narrator that she is, here are Anastasia Steele’s thoughts on gliding:

Holy fuck – it’s exciting.

This is actually a point I’d really like to make about how Fifty Shades of Grey isn’t a terrible book because of its plot, but because the writer has NO IDEA how to write. Seriously. Ana goes on an incredible, unique experience, and her first coherent analytical thought is “holy fuck – it’s exciting.” Seriously? All you can muster about this experience is a catch-all umbrella bit of profanity and the most banal adjective used to describe things that are literally anything but super boring? Fucking carbon atoms can do better. They react to all kinds of shit; Ana can’t even go goddamn gliding without having a deeper thought than “holy fuck”. Okay, maybe I could have come up with a better analogy, but I’m taking organic chemistry this summer. Also, I’m so tired.

I’m actually not sure which part of my summer has been worse.

Christian and Ana go gliding (I need to be up in three hours WHEN IS THIS OVER), go to IHOP (wait what), Ana wants to have sex in IHOP (wait whattttttttt), and Christian says something offensive!

“Can I treat you?” I ask Christian.
“Treat me how?”
“Pay for this meal.”
Christian snorts. […] “Are you trying to completely emasculate me?”

Okay, now I’m gonna break this down a little bit. Whenever I’ve taken a girl out on a date, I like to pay for it. This is because I feel like if I ask someone out, want to spend time with them alone in the context of “I want to spend time with you alone because I like you a lot”, then, yeah, I want to make good on my “let me treat you to this because I like you a lot and want to do something nice for you because I want to do something nice for you and yeah that’s pretty much it” deal, although the opposite seems to be the case in this book, where the romantic interest instead seems to think it’s because it’s a “hahaha, I have a penis” sort of thing because it is apparently 1870 in the year of our Lord. Have I mentioned how much I hate Christian Grey and this book and my life WHOA THAT GOT DARK let us backtrack a bit I hate Fifty Shades of Grey hahahaha that was almost as awkward as how Christian Grey wanted to pay for a meal at IHOP because otherwise his penis would maybe fall off maybe.

Okay, what else happens in this chapter? Ana tells her mom what she and Christian were up to, and Ana’s mom responds with “Gliding? As in a small plane with no engine?” because as if we didn’t just read ten pages where this was literally all that happened, and then Christian can’t make dinner because of a “situation”, but they also email each other about how Ana said something in her sleep and Christian’s all “I want to hear you say it when you’re conscious” and Ana’s all “OMG WHAT DID I SAY IN MY SLEEP OMG” and, guys, I really want it to have been something incredibly surreal with no relation to the plot at all. I mean, apparently one time I woke up the person I was sleeping with to tell them the plot of an episode of Doug and went right back to sleep. I’m not saying this makes any sense, but apparently it happened, and basically what I am saying is the big reveal about what Ana said to Christian in her sleep had better be the plot of an episode of Thomas the Tank Engine or something.

In her sleep, Ana told Christian that he was causing confusion and delay. You have no idea how badly I want this to be what happens.