Levislade: Maybe you liked Love is a Mixtape because you're a music guy and I didn't like it because I can't even hit one actual, successful note on Guitar Hero.

Maybe I need a book made entirely of water-and-grease-proof plastic.

SDizzle, I just let the food fall where it may. A lot of our books here wind up spattered with sauce. It's gross, but I think eating alone, in silence, is kind of grosser.

PopTart, no need to apologize...I should've been clearer.

So, When you say "ridiculous", do you mean worthy of ridicule or does it just seem silly? But then why are you always reading them?

I have found that whenever I meet people who are into SM or to a lesser extent read their writing (its such an obvious trope), it doesn't take much digging to find the root cause; the raw vulnerable nerve that is always on display. These people are often lacking in certain coping skills and usually have histories of poor attachment, if not outright trauma (which are endlessly being enacted and reenacted). They rely on this framework and the clarity of splitting to relate to their fantasized, and theatrical others rather than engage with the messy uncertainty of the dyad, or triad or whatever grouping. Whether they have guilt or have adapted to accept it, there is always a sad element. SM among other things, gives these people, a safe predetermined framework to relate sexually to others of their kind; a way to tap into the electric source of their difficulties. As such it is intoxicating and like any pleasurable experience self reinforcing.
Check out "Object relations" if you want to go deeper.