Coming from a Jewish mother and a Catholic father, it was inevitable. Smack! A double whammy of guilt from the time I was born. And if you couple that with the fact my father converted to Judaism when he married my mother, we might need to bring the tally up to a triple whammy of guilt.
So is it any surprise I am wracked with guilt over things I should instead be proudly embracing? Take, for example, my nudity. I admit it—I walk around in the buff after showering. What better way to let my body (and my deodorant) dry off before putting on my clothes? It used to drive my roommate crazy when I lived in Hell’s Kitchen, as I’d scurry back and forth from the bathroom to my bedroom to get ready for work. Now that I live alone, I’ve even been known to do the dishes and make breakfast in my birthday suit. An old boyfriend used to tease me claiming the neighbors were watching, and I started to wonder. I thought to myself, “I really should grow up. It’s time to buy a bathrobe.” So I did—a plush, velvety red one—and it’s stayed on the hook on the back of the door ever since. I don’t know what made me think wearing a robe would make me feel “grown up.” Adulthood is all about freedom, and that silly thing just made me feel constrained.
And here’s another one… cartoons. And I’m not talking about the cool ones everyone watches on Adult Swim, although for the record, I love those too. “Aqua Teen Hunger Force” rules. Who doesn’t love a character named Frylock that’s literally a box of french fries? No, the cartoons I’m talking about are the good, old fashioned ones from back in the day. You know, like “Curious George” and “Scooby Doo.” I’m also a fan of the more modern day cartoons such as “Dinosaur Train.” When I have a bout of insomnia, nothing calms my nerves more than watching a show with a cute little monkey or a giggling dog who solves mysteries. People have said my laugh at times reminds them of Scooby, which I take as a huge compliment, thank you very much! As for “Dinosaur Train,” I used to love going to the Museum of Natural History in NYC with my parents and this show just brings out the kid in me—and it’s educational too! Ever hear of a Corythosaurus? Neither did I, but they apparently make hooting noises through a crest on the top of their head. Who knew? I sure didn’t.
And I think it’s time to admit to my love for Hallmark/Lifetime movies-of-the-week. A typical story will involve a girl going home for her high school reunion, where she is torn between the feelings she still has for her old beau and the blossoming love she's discovering for her best pal (who incidentally is always way hotter and more successful than the aforementioned beau). Or there’s another scenario where a guy has been lying to his family about the “great girl” he’s been dating and lo and behold it’s holiday time and the family wants him to bring this “great girl” home with him. So the guy has to recruit someone to play his fictitious girlfriend for the weekend. Have you already figured out that the pretend couple ends up falling in love? These movies might be the ultimate cheese in terms of writing and acting, but I don’t care. I love every second of ‘em!
And what about other people’s guilty pleasures? My friend from college said his was fuzzy navels. What’s not to like? OJ and peach flavored alcohol? You can get drunk while getting your daily dose of vitamin C. But ordering one in a bar? That would be a big no-no according to him. And I happen to agree. Even as a woman, that drink reeks of teenager-getting-drunk-for-the-first-time-and-puking-later. There’s no way I would have the nerve to ask a bartender for that juvenile yet tasty beverage.
One of my favorite gal pals, Marcy, is a MacGyver fanatic. She’s quite frankly the only person I know that owns the entire box set of the series. When I pointed out her MacGyver mania was a guilty pleasure, she abruptly replied, “But I don't feel guilty!” Check out her blog entry aptly entitled "The Tao of MacGyver", where you will learn MacGyver taught Marcy to unlock the front door of her apartment using only a bobby pin. Impressive... maybe I should feel guilty for not watching this show.
Okay everyone… I am declaring this “Guilty Pleasure Pride Week!” It’s high time we shouted from the rooftops all our secret loves we’ve been hiding from the rest of the world. If you like dressing up as a superhero—own it; if you lip synch while busting a move in your living room to your favorite Back Street Boys video—work it; if you wake up in the middle of the night to play World of Warcraft—do it! Stand tall everyone and don’t deny yourself one moment longer.
Come on folks, spill it. What are your guilty pleasures? Please comment and let me know!