The Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon exists as a gimmicky novelty. It wants to be about sex, but it doesn’t want to approach it with a mature sensibility. It’s a saucy bit of trash artificially built to titillate, but somehow it has managed to push into the mainstream with its massive female appeal. It was certainly surreal listening to the women of my old office trying to defend the book the way Bronies defend My Little Pony, claiming there...