The truth about guilty pleasures is that I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures. I believe in PLEASURES. I just don’t believe I should feel any guilt about them.
That being said, there a few things maybe I could be a little embarrassed by, if I wanted to.
My love for the Goonies. I’ve seen it over 200 times, easily.
My feelings about this chocolate bar. This flavor, specifically, is all mine.
The number of Kate Spade purses I’ve acquired. This bag, specifically, I bought for selling my second book. Come at me.
The amount of hours I need to sleep every night.
Watching Jane Austen period pieces. Watching and watching and watching.
Reading frothy, fun mysteries instead of Very Serious Literature.
That I own this very doll—er, collectible. Mint in box.
How many pairs of pink shoes I own.
How much I love baby animal photos. And bunnies, generally.
You can try to make me feel bad about what a five-year-old girl I am, but it won’t work. I’m in my 40s now, so I’m pretty much molded into what I’m going to be. And if it’s five-like and blissed out over pink shoes and bunny rabbits, you can bet I’m OK with it.
What blisses you out?
I think your last paragraph nails it. It’s age that makes the “guilty” fall away from “guilty pleasures.”
I saw a couple of young guys recently and watched as one of their phones rang, and the other guy said, horrified, “You like _that_?” (complaining about the guy’s ring tone), and other guy stammered, trying to explain that he didn’t really like “that” (whatever “that” was) and that it was just the default ring tone.
Even I wasn’t buying his explanation, but I’m also aware that, in his position, I wouldn’t have given a damn. Why yes, my ring tone is “Look Down” from Les Miserables, why do you ask? (It’s not, but someday I will figure out how to change it — can you imagine that when you get a phone call? BAH BAAAAH!! boom boom boom! — that would be so cool!)
Anyway, I wrote a blog post about my lack of guilt about my pleasures these days: http://u-town.com/collins/?p=2990
Was he horrified or embarrassed?
I feel sorry for that guy. Own it! My ring tone was the Muppets Theme for a long time. If I could figure out how to get it on my new phone, I’d have it now, too.
I am soooo with you on the Kate Spade, girl. Serious handbag fetish here.
I went to a mall to sign some B&N stock of The Black Hour—and the mall had a Kate Spade STORE. My friend and I had to support one another the heck out of there.
I don’t apologize for guilty pleasures, either. If it makes me happy, that’s a good thing, yes? Why be sorry.
And I’m totally with you on the 8 hours of sleep a day. Sometimes…more.
8 hours MINIMUM I should have said. 🙂
Agreed.
I’m with you on the sleep thing, big time. I don’t get people who say, I’ll sleep when I die. Do they just not need much sleep naturally? Because I’m barely functional if I go too long without good sleep.
I’m not worth knowing if I haven’t had enough sleep.
how old are the people who usually say they do not need much sleep? I wonder if age makes any difference?
I think age is a big factor.
When I was in my twenties, I had a full time day job and a band (which is kind of like a full- time night job). Sometimes we (my wife was the drummer) would get home after 5am, sleep for an hour and fifteen minutes, shower (after a gig, you _have_ to shower) and go to work.
Now, a few decades after my twenties, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to do that even once, let alone regularly.
::yawn::
Hah! I’m listening to Death of A Bore on audiobook this minute.
I get distracted during audio books unless I’m driving, but I LOooooooOOOve the Hamish series.
Jane Austen period pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one of mine as well. 🙂 Have you seen Lost in Austen? Cracked me up.
I don’t think I’ve seen that. That’s different than Austenland, right? I read that.
Lori,
I am familiar with all except for the doll. Is it a Daria doll? Just wondering.
I heard the Goonies was filmed in the SF Bay Area.
Goonies was filmed in Astoria, Oregon, the real place named in the film. I’ve never been, but I’d love to go sometime.
The doll is of Amy Farrah Fowler from The Big Bang Theory. I’m sort of obsessed.
Love the Big Bang Theory.