*Wil Wheaton recently blogged about losing his Rocky Horror virginity, so I need to thank him for the title idea.
The idea behind this meme is guilty pleasures. Surely there are myriad opportunities for me to look like a complete loser, here, and for that I'd like to thank DrWende over at The Sky is Bigger There.
Music
Husband and I spent a lot of time indoctrinating our children in good music. 18-year-old-Girl is into show tunes mostly now, and 16-year-old-Boy (shudder), well, we just won't go there. My musical guilty pleasures can have free rein now that they no longer are required to listen to my choices. One is Kelly Clarkson. I have never watched a single show of American Idol, but girlfriend can sing. The other is The Monkees. I don't care that they were completely manufactured to be an American Beatles. I know all of their music by heart.
Food
Lucky Charms. For dinner. Bad, bad, bad.
Movies
Usually, with movies, if I find there was something I loved years and years ago, and I get my hands on it to watch it now, I find that I had my head way up my a$$. It's never as good as I remember it. Bearing that in mind, I am going to suggest a version of Little Women as my guilty pleasure movie. A made-for-TV version (scared yet?), featuring Susan Dey (Partridge Family), Allison Arngrim (Little House on the Prairie), Eve Plumb (Brady Bunch), and...wait for it...William Shatner (Star Trek). FTW!
TV
I am a sucker for almost any decorating show, but my real guilty pleasure on TV? Is The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross. The Happy Trees guy? I could, and have, watched him produce paintings for hours at a time on public television. There is something so soothing about that voice, and so entrancing about that 'fro.
Books
I read a lot of different things. From Tudor history to literary humor to John Irving to NPR commentary to classic fantasy and science fiction. Given fifteen free minutes, though, I will pull out a Pearls Before Swine collection or Get Fuzzy or Dilbert for some quick chuckles. Got a book gift certificate from Husband for my birthday, and I picked up two more of the beautiful, heavy-paper, hardcover Peanuts collections. That's not a guilty pleasure, though. That's great American literature.
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