*cough* This is a really old post that’s been in my drafts folder since January. I thought you guys might actually like to read it!
I spent most of today out with a friend and running errands, so I haven’t had time to write.
Translation: I didn’t get home till three and that felt too late to get any real work done, so I decided to do some less productive crafty work and watch old episodes of The Vampire Diaries. Episodes I’ve seen before. Episodes that aren’t particularly noteworthy except for the abundance of pretty people moping about who’s not sleeping with whom.
Yep. I’m a shameless lover of teen vampires. In fact, while I’m confessing things, I’ll admit that I’ve read Twilight. More than once. The Kindle was a godsend because it meant I no longer had to deal with my husband’s mockery when I wanted to read something really and truly awful—now I don’t have to face the shame of, say, the cover of Breaking Dawn staring at him from my nightstand, giving away my weakness. I read Twilight like some women read bodice-rippers, the ones with shiny, shirtless men on the covers: furtively, pop-eyed, and generally while hiding the evidence.
Come to think of it, that sounds rather like one of the signs of addiction. The one where you lie about your problem. Also the one where you feel guilt and shame. And that other one, where you put time and effort into your habit.
I only know about those signs for research, of course. Totally.
I like literature, too, I’ll have you know. I reread Jane Austen’s complete works every year. A Farewell to Arms is one of two books that makes me cry. I am capable of exerting some self control and occasionally reading things that actually merit my love.
But, damn it, every now and then I just like to lose myself in a fluffy, high-stakes romance between two pretty (and often fanged) people. I also like dipping my fries in mustard. Whatchu gonna do, sue me?
I AM NOT ASHAMED.*
The fact is, I’m not alone. Twilight sold a flobbity-gillion copies. Margot Adler incorporated her obsession with vampire novels (including Twilight) into a series of academic lectures. How many people watch The Vampire Diaries? More than a few, judging by Twitter on Thursday nights.
Everyone has a few guilty pleasures. Maybe for you it’s not teen vampires. Maybe it’s wealthy teens who sleep around a lot. Maybe it’s those afternoon soap operas. (Do those still exist anymore?) Maybe it’s some terrible sitcom.
But you know… you can tell me.
This is a safe space. No one here will judge you.** C’mon. you know you want to share. What’s your guilty pleasure?
*Okay, I’m a little ashamed. Fine, a lot. That doesn’t stop me, though.
Not a chance in a gazillion, but nice try! My guilty pleasure is keeping secrets. 😉
The Scabble app on my iPhone. My husband says I’m addicted. I’ll have, like, 50 games going at once. Since few people actually play a game all the way through, it isn’t really that much. But, yeah, I’ve got a problem.
Mine’s The Bachelorette. I can’t not watch that damn show.