Guilty Pleasures
I'm pretty sure that the definition of guilty pleasures would go something like 'something one does and secretly likes but would rather die than have other people find out about'.
Well, my guilty pleasures may not be spectacular, but they might surprise you. I'm not ready to die even though I'm posting them here; I just figure it could be an interesting insight for my reader out there.

Well here they come, my guilty pleasures:

Guilty pleasure no. 1:
- I secretly like Justin Timberlake. When I hear the music I feel like climbing up on table tops, Tequila firmly in hand, and dance dance dance. The beats just bring me back to a former self. This is very hard for me to admit, the self-proclamed rock-and-rollah, seeing as I would rather die than drive down town with my windows rolled down and Justin blasting from the speakers, but when the time comes for a night on the town, Opeth, SoaD, Tool or similar just doesn't cut it.

Guilty pleasure no. 2:
- E Television network. OhMyWord. Nothing sparks interest more than beauty queens crying over lost crowns, Playmates shagging 70-something year-olds, a plastic surgeon gone one too far or a unique insight into the lives of all the stars you feel like you should know anyway, because they're in the public eye so much. Oh, and nothing kills ego as much either. Everyone is bloody well gorgeous on that channel and makes me want to climb into bed in my sweats with a can of ice-cream (preferrably double cream...). But I guiltily watch anyway...

Guilty pleasure no. 3:
- Gossip websites. Damn it. I used to be so above reading gossip and I still really think it's tarty and hurtful, and that's why it's a guilty pleasure! I started clicking in when I found the Internet in its entireness (if that's a word) so excruciatingly boring that I had to find something else to refresh other than news sites with reports on devastating natural distasters, drugs, molestation and petty crime, blogs that were never updated, and generic mySpace accounts. Needless to say, I'm a PerezJunkie by now, and guiltily so. I would honestly like to be rid of this bad habit; I am a grown woman, mother, serious intellectual etc. but it's just so hard...

Guilty pleasure no. 4:
-Driving with my all time fav rock tunes at full throttle, windows slightly down, sunglasses in place, hoping to catch a red light somewhere along the way and seriously impress the driver of the next car with my music choice. Has never happened. When someone I would like to impress is acctually in the next car I usually don't have music, the tune I'm listening to inexplicably changes into one of Bach's Preludes (or what have you) or I spill something down my top. When I'm acctually on a red light with a perfect tune playing, the driver in the next car is an old lady who eyes my like I'm the embodiment of everything that's the matter with today's youth (I say 'youth', take with a pinch of salt.. ).



The slightly less guilty pleasures:
1:
Blogging. I enjoy writing, that's it. Even though blogging is oh so passé these days, it will come back. Just you wait. I might be wrinkly and gray before that acctually happens, but I'm biding my time. Just to say 'I told you so'.

2:
Having a fag when out on the town. And I don't mean an obviously homosexual man, but the smokeable kind. There's something about those little deathsticks that is necessary when out. Sucks that they banned smoking in bars. Makes me lose my cool. Seriously.

3:
Reading paperbacks that were never intended to be literary masterpieces. Case in point: Shopaholic. I mean, there's something fantastically pop-cultural about them, and since I'm not a big fan of pop-culture (in theory perhaps) you would think that I'd steer clear of that kind of literature and be seen with James Joyce's Ulysses or even The Complete Works of Shakespear, Chaucer, Faulkner and all of them in the same volume, but I just haven't progressed to that stage of literature yet (having read some, though, occupational hazard when being an English major). Mind you, I do find some people who talk loudly about the impressive books they've read to be ever so slightly condescending, fake, and just trying to impress for all the wrong reasons.

4:
Harry Potter and Twilight. Honestly. I just love adventure fiction and I refuse to grow up and read all the aforementioned important literature just because it's supposedly significant. I find my nerdy book series to be just as significant. I do wish that nobody else liked them though, I much prefer to like things no one else does, most of the time.


That concludes this rambling about guilty pleasures and slightly less guilty pleasures.
Best go park on the couch and read an isignificant paperback and have fun with it.

I do love being a nerd. Nothing guilty about that.

Thoughts, anyone? If you share, I'll tell you what the longest, monosyllabic word in English is. Because I know you're just dying to know.

Night night,
EddaK
-openly nerdy, guiltily normal.