Guilty as charged. The jury wasn’t even very long in deliberations today. The water cooler has spoken, and I am amused by its decision. Today around the water cooler we talked about the guilty pleasures we have in life, and why they make us feel guilty.
The Bachelorette. What can I say? I absolutely love that show! What’s not to love? There’s intrigue, relationships, fighting, dates, and of course a big decision built into the fabric of the show as well. And to top it off, the star of the show is a castoff from the vastly inferior Bachelor franchise. Now she gets to kick guys off instead of being the one being kicked off. Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?
Um, but wait. You think I should feel guilty about liking that show? You think it’s stupid, mindless drivel that doesn’t deserve to even be on television? Ouch. That one hurt. Should my pleasure, my enjoyment of the show, be a guilty one? But I still find myself backing it up by saying how much I also enjoy Say Yes to the Dress, the dynamic series about brides choosing the wedding dress of their dreams. Oh, why couldn’t I have just enjoyed The Bachelorette with no fears?
But then the same person who said The Bachelorette was pure drivel admitted to religiously watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Hello! I think she felt bad for me feeling bad about watching a show I enjoy, so she made the admission. And that’s when we decided we couldn’t keep feeling ashamed of our shows, even if we agree that they happen to be mindless drivel. Sometimes we need that mindless drivel in our lives.
And it stretches past shows, too. Every once in a while maybe you need to read a book that has no literary merit at all. Or perhaps you really enjoyed the movie Ted, even though it was horrendous and corny. That’s okay. We can enjoy those guilty pleasures and tell the whole world about them. So what if they judge, because it’s our opinion and we’re entitled to it.
I just really hope Desiree gives Bryden a rose this week.
Sam
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