Whip out those whips and chains. This weekend marks the premiere of “50 Shades Darker,” the second film in a trilogy on track to inadvertently becoming one of the best romantic comedies of our modern times (it is accidentally very hilarious). It’s a movie about a whole lot of things: possession, obsession, douchebag bosses and, for some reason, Rita Ora. “50 Shades Darker” doesn’t tell much of a story, but it does drop a world of knowledge on you.
What I’m saying is, you could learn a lot from this film. Before, I thought I knew what women wanted, as I considered myself a woman with wants, hopes and desires. But I was wrong. “50 Shades Darker” taught me anew. Read on to see what a strong, progressive, educated women is apparently looking for.
A man that thinks that he owns you
Christian Grey, jerk billionaire with a kinky side, is always strutting around talking about, “You’re mine.” When another dude talks to his love interest, aspiring publisher Anastasia Steele, he’s all “He wants what’s mine.” Ana never corrects him. Because who has the time to be their own person anyway?