I’ve always had guilty pleasures. Maybe I just have bad taste, but I like to think if I recognize the badness, then I have good taste, I just don’t employ it often. A guilty pleasure, per wikipedia is:
“something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. The “guilt” involved is sometimes simply fear of others discovering one’s lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes, such as campy styles of entertainment.”
My latest one is… real housewives. As in -of Orange County or -of Beverly Hills. It’s not the people (although, Heather Dubrow, my freaking idol), or the catfights, or the bad taste. Or the good taste. It’s all of it and none of that. It’s knowing that, really, it doesn’t matter how much you have or how easy your life appears, it’s only as happy as you choose to be.
That being said, my oldest daughter and I have spent many an evening, mouths agape, asking, “Did she really just say that? Go back.” Maybe it’s the catfights a little bit.
What are your guilty pleasures? Please make me feel better.