Guilty Pleasures

The other day I was scouring through my morning newspaper. . . ok, for me that means the 3-tabbed window brought to me by MSN and of course, the headlines so nicely sorted out on the Yahoo! homepage (really, that's all you need. Oh, and my morning dose of none other than the Today Show). . . and I found an interesting article on Guilty Pleasures. It went through and identified somethings that adults do that maybe they wouldn't want the mass public knowing about. Oddly enough, the number one guilty pleasure was watching American Idol??? How funny is that? Of all things. I guess I can see why watching a show that makes teenage girls cry and scream in shear excitement might embarrass a full-fledged adult, but come on. Where's the dirt? Where are the scandal-clad affairs, the stealing office pens, the eating after 8:00 at night? American Idol was number one?

Anyway, as most things do, it got me thinking about what my list would consist of and the fact that I should maybe blog about it. Before we get started, I'm going to need you to realize that this is NOT an easy task. I'm airing out my dirty laundry for the whole world to see, you understand? I'm about to list off the things that I do that might get me shunned - except for the fact that I am betting that you have at least one of these on your list as well. BUT, in my efforts to live on purpose, I'm doing it. . . a sort of cleansing ritual, I might say. So here we go. . .

I've decided to categorize these so that my later humiliation can be quickly referenced based on category. I am also putting a disclaimer out there that there WILL be blogs to follow on some of these items because once they are out there, there is no going back. This especially applies to the 'television' category. I know you are thinking to yourself 'What? She could humiliate herself more so than admitting to watching Hey Paula?' Oh man, you have no idea.

Disclaimers, done. Pride, gone. Fingers, ready. Let's get started.

Movies (bringing out the big guns right from the start)
I own three of the most humiliating movies of all time, bought for nostalgia sake but. . . nope, no excuses. I own them. And here they are in no particular humiliating order:

Masters of the Universe (He-Man for those of you who don't know - at least look at the list of stars, ok?)
Howard the Duck and last, but certainly not least,
Ernest Goes to Camp

Music
I have been known to jam out in my car to good tunes. . . and bad ones for that matter. Here are some songs that I car dance to that frankly, I shouldn't even admit to listening to:

Ice, Ice Baby by the one and only Vanilla
I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred
Proud to be an American by Lee Greenwood
Thriller by Michael
Copacabana by Barry Manilow
Rappers Delight by every rapper that was alive in the late 80's

Food
Do I like to pretend like I'm healthy sometimes? Sure. But these are some of the best, worst-thing-for-me creations known to man. I'd never eat them on a date (if I ever had one), which I think makes them a guilty pleasure.

Royal Red Robin Burger - if you thought it had bacon AND a fried egg on it, you'd be right. Don't mock it.
Breakfast burrito from the gas station down the street from my house. DON'T mock it.
McDonald's. . . enough said. No, I haven't seen 'Fast Food Nation' nor do I intend to.
Ben & Jerry's 'Everything but the. . .' ice cream

Clothing
I could wear gym clothes 24 hours a day which is why you should all thank the Lord that I have a job that doesn't allow that.

I also sometimes like to wear my old soccer socks in the morning while I get ready. Sometimes my feet are cold. They are hot pink.

Reading
Self-help books are my passion. Love them. Everything from money and business to religion. Religious ones are my favorites and just so you know, they have been for a long time - not just because I'm writing this.

The best reading on an airplane in my dark corner is People - bar none.

I have a subscription to Glamour and sometimes, I like reading the trashy articles. You know - the ones that you would flip the page on really fast if someone was looking. I read them. . . and I flip the page fast if someone is looking!

Television
Ahh, the queen of all guilty pleasures. I am telling you that you will see blogs about some of this stuff now that it's out in the open.

Watching 'My Super Sweet Sixteen' and wishing that my dad was a music mogul so that I could have had a party like that. On top of that, secretly wondering if it would be weird to have a 'Super Sweet 26'??

I watch Dog The Bounty Hunter on A&E. More to come on this little gem. I'm not even going to hyperlink it because he's getting his own blog.

Yelling at the television during 'Big Brother' and secretly wondering how I could get someone voted off.

'The Hills'. . . enough said!

Watching 'Bridezillas' and hoping that one day I can be that intense because that means I'm getting married! Ok, I just want to be that intense about anything. It could be fun.

Telling someone that 'I was flipping through the channels. . .' and saw something. It's a lie. I was full on watching whatever I saw. No flipping - watching. But I'm too embarrassed to tell you. . . until now.

'Dateline: To Catch a Predator'. I can't get enough. They should do it every week. I have a sick, unhealthy fascination with watching these dipnards cry. I love it so much because I hate them so much. I wonder if Perverted Justice is hiring??


Well, I think that's enough confessing for the. . . year. Feels good. . . until I loose some friends.