In which Deb Kristina hits you with her best shot

I’ve been thinking all week about what consitutes a “guilty pleasure” versus simply, “pleasure.” I suppose it must mean something we shouldn’t enjoy, usually something lowbrow or unhealthy. But who gets to decide that? Under “unhealthy” I’ll say, “beer and chicken wings.” That’s a guilty pleasure I share with my husband. Also, I have an unhealthy compulsion to watch Christopher Guest mockumentaries. Nothing wrong with that, in moderation, but I…

Monday, January 12, 2009