I use this expression every so often and I decided that maybe I should look it up to see what it really means. So, I went to the source of most information these days, whether it is correct or not, that being Wikipedia. This Deity of Definitions posts that a “guilty pleasure” is “… something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. The ‘guilt’ involved is sometimes simply fear of others discovering one’s lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes…”
Um, yeah. I am one of those “guilty pleasur-ists.”
What are my guilty pleasures? Some are so silly it is too embarrassing to even write, but I will share some of those that cause me to only blush slightly.
People magazine – I love it. I read it cover-to-cover and even tear out the recipes in it. I can never get enough of seeing what the stars look like at premieres and awards shows (or even better, without make-up and with their hair pulled up in a scrunchi! or without the toupee!), which celebrity is now dating which celebrity or cheating with that celebrity’s spouse or SO, what the Royals are up to (just love that Duchess of Cambridge, aka Kate Middleton). And the details of divorces? Oh, yum!
Lately, however, I’ve realized that I must be getting old. There are a number of people in People that I have no idea who they are and what they do, but the Paparazzi gets some great shots of them, whoever they are.
Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach – Every year I buy several sets of tickets. I love, love, love going there, hanging out on the green with a glass of wine to hear some great music and then sit in that magnificent amphitheater and see paintings come to life. My very favorite thing to do is take someone who has never been. I send my ticket order in the day I get the notice and I’ve been reallllly lucky to get some great seats. The Festival of the Arts is just the icing on the cake as far as I’m concerned. Not to mention my frequent trips to Art-A-Faire and the Sawdust Festival as well.
Marshmallows - Those of you who don’t know me might think this is odd. I think the only thing better than a marshmallow straight out of the bag is one covered in chocolate. Second to that is a toasted marshmallow. Something about that gooey center of sweetness just sends me over the moon. I have been known to eat them for breakfast. I have been known to put them in the freezer and pretend they are ice cream. I have been known to hide them so no one else gets any. Guilty? oh, yeah!
Giving the grandkids treats - This ranks right up there with the first three as one of my very favorite guilty pleasures.
It started with the oldest one, who used to come to what he called “Amma Camp” in the summer when his day care was closed. We had ice cream for breakfast every day. Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t. But I did...and don’t regret it for a minute. That tradition continued with each of them. You stayed overnight at my house, you got ice cream for breakfast. Usually it was followed by something at least partly nutritious. If your Grandma can’t give you Count Chocula, then who will? They also grew to love “The Fish.”
“The Fish” - My beach house in New Jersey was, well, very “beachy.” It was created with a very sea-themed decor with the usual shells, sailboats, etc. and then there was “The Fish.” This was a beautiful, hand-painted glass fish, rather large, prominently displayed on the coffee table and it was always filled with candy. Everyone’s favorites: Peppermint Patties, Starburst, Snickers, etc. The grandkids would get to my place and immediately go to “The Fish.” Their parents (my children) would let me get away with this…but they also liked “The Fish.” Mom (me) would make sure that there were goodies in there that they liked as well.
Alas, that particular Fish did not survive the trek cross-country, but it was almost immediately replaced here by another. There are only two grandchildren here on the west coast, but the MOTNSO (“More Often Than Not Significant Other”) has grown to love “The Fish” as well and hopefully eventually the east coast grandchildren will make it here for a visit and will be happy to find that the tradition of “The Fish” continues.
Pajama Days – I rarely have these anymore but when I lived in the east, sometimes I’d get up on a cold, rainy or snowy day and just decide to not get dressed. I’d stay in my pajamas all day, laying on the couch, just watching old movies on the TV and eating popcorn…and marshmallows, while reading People…and mentally planning how to spoil the grandchildren even more.
After I wrote this I read it over and I decided that life is to be enjoyed and I absolutley do not feel guilty about any of these.
Except maybe the marshmallows.