Most shameful guilty pleasure you've ever had

And no, stuff like “I watch Sex and the City/Grey’s Anatomy/chick flicks” doesn’t count. I’m talking SHAMEFUL, guys, not slightly embarrassing.

I’ll pretty much win (or lose) this thread. I know this. When I was twelve years old, I saw a certain musical and then listened to the soundtrack every day for maybe a year. That musical was…CATS.

In my defense, I was young, and at least I didn’t debate what was canon and write fanfic about it. Yes, fanfic exists.

I feel so much better having admitted that! You guys have anything rivaling this?

I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show hundreds of times and love it, but not in a because its cheesy hipster way.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show?! Pleasurable, perhaps, but guilty? Come on. Would you truly be ashamed to admit to that? I had to go to hours of therapy before I could resurrect MY memory which had been buried for a decade!

I liked Milli Vanilli. I was about 12 at the time, but still.

I was crushed on Ariel from the Little Mermaid? Does that count? She was cute! I even bought a “Little Mermaid” pillowcase.

I was in college at the time.

I watched, like, well… you know, every single episode of Growing Pains 'cause I had a crush on whoever played Carol Seaver.

Divemaster, I would’ve kept that last little tidbit to myself. :wink:

Me too.

OMG. Is it you?

Best post/username combination EVER

One of my favorite movies is “Hedwig and the Angry Inch”. I mean probably top 10. Is that shameful for a 36 year old guy?

No! These are all perfectly respectable things to like! None of you need to feel even a little ashamed of liking these things.

Zsofia–really? REALLY?

Legally Blonde and Bring it on

I hate pop music. I mean I hate all of it with a passion.

And yet, I used to love listening to Hollaback Girl. I think the spelling out of “bananas” did it for me.

I made my mom drive me back to the theater the next day to buy a shirt. With my savings. You know, the shirt that had the cat eyes on the back, only the pupils were dancers.

It’s okay if anybody reading has lost respect for me. I accept that. (I was also, I think, 12.)

As a young man, I had the world’s biggest crush on Olivia Newton-John. And every time HBO played Xanadu, I watched it and sung the songs around the house.

Oh God, I’m so sorry…

My dad drove me back the next day and I bought the soundtrack and the book. (Okay in my defense, he offered to do that–it wasn’t my idea.) But I must admit to listening to it pretty much nonstop for a long time.

Xanadu? Now that’s the kind of guilty pleasure I’m talking about!

I am entirely sure I could blow everyone here out of the water with some of mine.

But, so as to not kill the thread right off, I’ll say “I own a copy of the Mama Mia! musical soundtrack.”

I do, too. Not the movie, but the London soundtrack (I randomly d/led it). Even though I already have pretty much all those songs by ABBA.

I used to be able to tell you which Jean Claude Van Damme movie had which variation of the same basic plot. Couldn’t get enough of the little Belgian dude. In a purely carnal lust way.

I dunno, I think that beats Cats.

I’ve got you all beat. I re-read certain sections of The Painted Bird. Those of you who’ve read it will know what sections I’m talking about.

Don’t ask me why I re-read them. The older me says maybe it was because I couldn’t believe what I was reading and had to read it again to see if the words changed. But to be honest, the younger me had a fascination with depravity.