We’ve been pretty deep around here the past few days, so here’s a light-hearted thread. I define a guilty pleasure as something that you enjoy doing but you’d rather not tell people you actually know. I do not refer to the catagorical Catholic “I enjoy it, therefore I should feel guilty” attitude. That makes it too easy and depressing. I just mean the silly, little things that make life a little better for you but you wouldn’t want under your yearbook picture.
Come on. You can tell us. We won’t tell a soul.
Since I would never ask you to do something that I wouldn’t do, I will start it out.
TV Adventure Shows – Every week I watch “Seven Days” on UPN. I know the cast is uniformly unattractive, the premise is contrived, the plots are formulaic, and the scripts are pathetic. I don’t care. PAX has fed my addiction, too, bringing back tripe like “The Father Dowling Mysteries” and “Scarecrow and Mrs King.” I yell at the TV things like, “Sister Steve, don’t open the confessional door!” or “Lee, Amanda is tied up in the warehouse!” or “Not another backstep!!! Let them stay dead!” and have a high old time.
:o Well… ummm… I like to color in coloring books. My own books. With my own crayons. I keep my stash in a drawer in my desk. Along with my colored pencils and graph paper for drawing out designs. Which my kids aren’t allowed to touch. They have to use their own.
I like to run in the rain, barefooted, laughing at the sky… and singing silly songs to myself…
okay, I’ll just go over here and hide, and wait for the laughter to start…
I have it so bad, my cousin’s son is always quizzing me on Brady trivia. I think I hold the record for the quickest title draw-able to tell what the episode is about in the shortest amount of time.
Soap operas. As The World Turns, The Bold & The Beautiful and All My Children. I tape them on 2 different VCRs (because B&B and AMC overlap) and watch at night or have marathon catch-up sessions on the weekends.
I sing in the car.
I watch The Real World and other cheesy TV shows.
I often re-read my favorite books from when I was a child.
Finally…(this is pretty close to coloring, purplebear! :))
…on a recent trip, I actually purchased (and enjoyed) one of those “Invisible Ink” puzzle books that they sell in the airport.
My colleagues at the history department would be so appalled
I think I answered this same question a year ago on the SDMB. It hasn’t changed.
Kids are at sleep-overs, answering machine on, no one around, midnight, me, a glass of wine or 3, outdoor lights off, sunk up to my neck into my hot tub looking up at the billions of stars.
Of course this scenerio takes on an entirely different meaning when I have man to share it with me, but as far as guilty pleasures, I have to be alone to enjoy the full, relaxing benefit.
I design houses that can’t possibly be structurally sound.
I too have my own colouring books and crayons.
I read Star Trek novels (but I refuse to buy them!) Sometimes the brain just needs pablum.
I think this board counts too. I mean, I’m sitting here and it’s 10:20pm. I’ve been here since about 6:30. I haven’t eaten since 1:00pm, and I’m starting to get that low-blood-sugar headache. I’m just recovering from a flare-up of my RSI, and I’m already overtaxing my poor right hand. If my husband was home I wouldn’t be spending that much time here, but he’s in Boston this weekend.
I did this last night too, not getting to bed until 5am. I’m thinking of posting this in the Pit. Maybe they’ll call me names until I get disgusted and log-off. Yeah, that’ll work.
This is bizarre, Suo Na. I was on the board until 5 in the morning, too. Funny, I guess we must have been posting in different forums, because I never saw us posting in the same forums at the same time.
By the way, I have a sure fire way to get flamed in the Pit without getting banned [at least, I haven’t gotten banned yet]. Remind me to show it to you sometime–Grace taught it to me (just wait 'till Grace comes back on the boards)
Same goes for old series like they used to show on FX until it got bought by Fox-Wonder Woman, Great American Hero, that sort of thing. I’m a sucker for a happy ending. Always.
Finally, cartoons. Of course my favorites are Bullwinkle, George of the Jungle and Dudley Do-right, but Scooby Doo will doo in a pinch.(groan) When my cable company took The Cartoon Network off for a while, I was bereft. Oh, I forgot the Superfriends, another favorite. Then there is—oh well.
And I am really not a brainless idiot-I’M NOT, I’M NOT!
I like to curl up with a Harlequin, eat M&Ms, and drink a diet coke. I figure if I’m gonna give myself brain candy, might as well as give the bod some empty calories as well. I’ve also read Robert Heinlein’s book Time Enough For Love about 10 or 12 times. Can’t get enough of Ole Buddy Boy!
I have no guilty pleasures. I refuse to feel guilty about pleasure, on the grounds that 1) none of my pleasures are unethical, and 2) feeling guilty about pleasures spoils the pleasure.
