Thursday, July 31, 2008

Guilty Pleasures

Yesterday, Lara over at Literally Speaking ran off to go see Neil Diamond in the big city. Lucky girl. I could tell for her The ol' Jazz Singer was a guilty pleasure. Why I don't know, Neil is fabulous! Gypsy was also owning up to a few of her own yesterday, so it must be in the air. Either that or summer is just a time for a bit of indulgence.

Everyone has got them (guilty pleasures, not Neil Diamond tickets), those little habits or tastes you indulge in with a secret delight that feels like you're getting away with something illicit. These quirky rituals are for you alone, and you don't care how juvenile, tacky, or bad for you they are, you just don't particularly want to have to explain yourself to too many people. Some like to soak in a hot tub and pick their nose, other's like to buy a tub of cool whip and systematically devour it with a spoon. Who doesn't?

Guilty pleasures? Oh yes, I have a more than my fair share, so I thought I'd fess up to a few of them now. I feel so nekkid all of a sudden.

Evanessence - I love this band,the lead singer is just gorgeous, and wonderfully goth in a Grimm's fairytale kind of way. I swear if they had been around when I was in high school I could have avoided the entire Stevie Nicks obsession(but that's a post for a different day). Not to mention I love the lyrics, and her voice is absolutely blow you away phenomenal. I like to crank it up, and sing into my hairbrush. All the while imagining some random man who done me wrong. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, buddy."

Kraft Mac and Cheese - the yellow dye#487 variety. I'm not even sure it can really even be considered "food", but oh my happy ass, how I love it. I don't eat it very often, because of the afore mentioned happy rear end, but when I do, I like to add insult to injury (because I never do these things half way), and eat my Mac and Cheese with the other quintessential non-food food. The hot dog. Don't judge me.

Chick Lit - I've also heard it refered to as Little Black Dress lit, or Red Dress Lit. It's light, fluffy, and reads like a Sex in the City episode, but I love to curl up with a good trash novel every once in a while. Okay, more than every once in a while, but who's counting?

Romantic Comedies. - They're right up there with Chick Lit, but I love to fall into a Sandra Bullock, Debra Messing, Kate Winslet, girlie, this never happens to anyone, romantic comedy. Of course there has to be a certain amount of eye candy in the guise of a leading man (ANYTHING with James McAvoy.. ohh my, he is tasty.), a funny but quirky best friend, a good cry somewhere in the middle, and happily ever afters all the way around. It's total brain rot, but I just don't give a rat's butt.

Bed Days - Not for the faint of heart. It takes a professional slacker to pull one of these puppies off, and it should be noted they are best attempted after a night of heavy, but not overly excessive drinking. On this day, the sacred "bed day", one sleeps until it is no longer humanly possible to keep one's eyes closed. Once fully awake, shuffle into the kitchen to make coffee, and at that point decide; bed, or couch? Once this crucial, but totally personal decision has been made you hunker down. No need to get out of those pj's, oh no, we're going for maximum comfort here. The rest of the day is spent reading, watching bad movies, and ordering take out. If you've planned ahead and have a well rounded supply of comestibles, then you can avoid the awkward moment when you have to greet the pizza dude in your pj's at 4 in the afternoon. There's an art to making a good bed day, there are no rules, you can even throw in a late afternoon bubble bath if you're feeling ambitious. The possibilities are endless.

So now that I've shared a few of mine, it's your turn. What are some of your guilty pleasures. Come on now, you know you want to spill.


Many thanks to the Tapdancer for pointing out an obviously sleep deprived mistake of calling my one true celebrity crush John instead of James. What the hell was I thinking? Obviously I wasn't, but I still like him better than you!

13 comments:

thailandchani said...

Lying in bed during the day.. in the dark.. with popcorn, watching movies from Netflix.

Staying up far too late listening to Coast to Coast radio with the tales of shadow people and UFOs.

:)

Lynn said...

Let's see; I'm a big fan of spray cheese... you know, that processed cheese food stuff that you can spritz on crackers (except I never do, I spritz it directly into the mouth!) What the heck is cheese food, anyway? Is it what cheese eats to grow up big and strong?

Musically, I like Prince and Abba, although not at the same time.

I read trashy victorian/regency era historical romance novels and love them.

Cammy@TippyToeDiet said...

Oh, fun post! My two biggest guilty pleasures are watching old episodes of Starsky & Hutch and reading series mysteries. Sometimes when I'm feeling really low, I'll do them both at the same time. :)

we_be_toys said...

Okay, right out of the box - you can't REALLY love James McAvoy as much as I do, because you called him "John", fer crying out loud! Remember? "Jemmie!"

Ah! Bed Days are the ultimate Guilty Pleasure. I remember our very first one together - it was after your birthday party where we drank the half gallon of spiced rum, I sang like Ethel Merman and then fell off of the front porch. We worked our way up to KFC and watched "Jezebel". The rest all pale beside that stellar Bed Day, really.
My worst Guilty Pleasures are eating an entire pound of cheese with pita chips, staying up all night playing Scrabble (it IS sick!), and going out for dinner after just getting back from the grocery store (I'm spent!)- for openers.

we_be_toys said...

Nuh uh! He's MY true love, but we can share him(ooh kinkay!)

Fine, now my other comment looks strange!

Gypsy said...

You know a lot of mine from my blog, but I'll add some more: reading all night, Lays Kettle Cooked Salt & Vinegar chips, Intervention, QVC.

Heather said...

I will play on my blog. Oh, yeah, with pictures!

flutter said...

I am coming back in my next life as Amy Lee. Just sayin'

Zephyr said...

Dammit, blogger lost my book of a comment reply!!!

Neil is a guilty pleasure bec 1) my brother used to love him and I insisted I hated him even though I didn't... and 2) spending $280 for two tickets for a couple hours of fun is very unlike me. I'm far too frugal.

Other guilty pleasures...

My homemade fudge. I put some in a separate dish when I make it, so I can eat it without people seeing how much is missing from the main dish!

Twizzlers pull & peels. Cheese. I eat both in unlimited amounts if possible. Nothing like watching a movie with a knife in one hand and a block of cheese in the other. Ditto with cream cheese & a spoon. But a finger works in a pinch too.

Sleeping in after my hubby goes to work. I bring the phones with me so I can answer them quickly and he won't know I'm still in bed.

Sexy shoes. The ones with 4 inch heels. I love them, but almost never wear them because of my bad back. But I keep buying them anyway!

I have more but that's enough exposure for now! LOL

Vodka Mom said...

WHere to start, where to start. Browsing the Used Book store until someone tracks me down; sneaking into the Goodwill when no one is looking to lose myself in everyone's cast-offs; sitting in my garden with a cup of coffee watching, fascinated, as the bees buzz through my bee balm. Ahhhh. Summer.

p.s. Love your header, AND your post.

bandick said...

reality tv, she confessed in a whisper...

I have found myself watching the stupidest shows! Like Big Brother (which another blogger directed me to in a previous season because one of the guys had huge man nipples) and Tori & Dean (although, I only had the channel on free preview last month so now I'll never know if she has the baby or if they move into the house).

I'd be too embarrased to ever show anyone the timers in my DVR.

Maggie, Dammit said...

I like to get drunk and watch Intervention.

Anonymous said...

Boy bands. I'm 50 years old. Don't tell anyone. Wait, I'm okay with people knowing I'm 50, don't tell about the other...