Guilty pleasures, also known as our little, naughty secrets that we hide from the world because they either embarrass us or we get a little buzz from doing them. We all have a few and today I’m sharing mine, inspired by my friend, Kathy. To be quite honest, it took me awhile to come up with mine. My life is rather dull. I don’t harbor dark secrets or live a second, hidden life. But there are a few things that I don’t openly share because … well, I feel a little foolish about most of them. Like really, Tanya? You love/do that? Yup. Yes, I do.
Shhhhh … Don’t Tell Anyone But I Love …
I’m not embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. Okay, maybe a little embarrassed.
Bad Video Game Movies
I don’t play video games. Nor do I have a Nintendo or whatever the popular game console is. But for some strange reason, my affection for video game movies runs deep. Resident Evil. Love it. Hitman. Watch it every time it’s on TV. Oh, who am I kidding? I saved the movie to my DVR for my anytime viewing pleasure. In my defense, my love of Hitman is partly due to my love of Timothy Olyphant. Dredd (the Karl Urban version not the crappy Sylvester “I am the law” Stallone one) is another favorite, which may actually be more of a comic than video game but who can keep track? Not every video game movie makes my list but those are some of my guiltiest viewing pleasures.
Is it wrong that I am stupid excited for this? And not just because they use GNR either.
P.S. I also have a deep love for Nanny McPhee and Nanny McPhee Returns, which are completely opposite from violent video game movies. I also adore Hocus Pocus, which Freefrom should play soon for Halloween and I will watch it. And love it. Don’t judge.
I don’t read the Enquirer. Or Okay magazine. But I love gossip websites. And I’m not referring to more respectable, entertainment sites like EW or Vulture or Hollywood Reporter, although I read those too because I am an entertainment industry news junkie. But here, I mean hardcore gossip sites that curate all the latest gossip and make snotty comments about the individuals involved and so on. It’s my lunch time respite. I eat and read all about the latest shenanigans of Taylor Swift, the Kardashians and et al. This is one of my dirtiest guilty pleasures but I just can’t help myself. 🙂
Pop Princess Anthems
I love virtually all genres of music, with the exception of Country. Twang ain’t my thang. As a teenager, I loved both Guns and Roses and New Kids on the Block. Justin Bieber makes my eyes twitch, but I sort of understand why girls like him. (I took so much crap for loving NKOTB, so I am sympathetic to his fans but argue my beloved Danny, Donnie, Joe, Jon, Jordan weren’t tiny douches). But my secret shame is my love of Pop Princesses, in particular their female anthems. Fight Song by Rachel Platten. Yup. Let It Go by Demi Lovato. Uh-huh. Granted, I don’t have kids, otherwise I might have gotten a little twitchy if it was on rotation 24/7, even I have limits. 🙂 Classic Britney. Oops, yes. I will also neither admit nor deny to blaring these songs in my car and singing along.
I watch many perfectly respectable shows, but I have had a long-time love affair with Supernatural on CW. In fact, I remember watching the pilot episode, 12 years ago when I was in Houston for work. After chowing down on my room service, I crawled into bed and gripped the duvet so I could cover my eyes at a moment’s notice. It’s fair to say I’m also a wimp. Regardless, I’ve been a faithful viewer since then. I’ve watched Dean and Sam die, many times, and feel like a pro when it comes to supernatural lore. Sometimes I’ve drifted away but I always come back because I just can’t quit them. And they’re really cute.
While considered quintessential food for broke students, I never ate these in college. I’d like to pretend I only eat them when my food budget goes haywire and I have no choice. But honestly, I occasionally like to gorge myself on these tasty, sodium-laden noodles that are yummy yummy in my tummy. So bad but so tasty, which makes them a true guilty pleasure.
What are some of your guilty pleasures?