day 29: guilty pleasures II
Uncomfortable Revelation Number Kajillion.1 involves the guilty pleasure, the person/place/thing that you feel a little cringy about liking, that gives you a little shiver of I should be better than this.I do invite you to join in on this one, my crispy and delicious readers!
Mike Wallace. Up until his retirement, I would tune in regularly just to look at him and study his aura. He’s an old-school, charismatic, journalistic badass. Is it a daddy thing? Dunno. I just blushed a little, writing that.
Liverwurst on white bread with yellow mustard and raw onions. No other configuration of liver-oriented substance is palatable in anything but this oh-so-shiksa way.
Mustangs. I know very little about cars, and generally don’t care, but there’s a tattooed dude persona somewhere deep inside me that fuckin’ needs a red ‘Stang.
This Trifecta of total cheese music. These songs stop me cold in my tracks. Each one is enchanting in its own fantastic seventies way:
- If You Could Read My Mind, Gordon Lightfoot
- Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl), Looking Glass
- Summer Breeze, Seals and Crofts
Friends. I have seen every episode at least 6 six times. I recently rented the entire series, start to finish, from Netflix, yet I watch it on cable reruns at least 4 times a week. Total comfort TV. I might be most embarrassed about this one, don’t know why.
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Oh B! I love your posts. 🙂 They spark so many guilty squishy pleasures in me.. 🙂
Some things I feel cringy about liking [loving]:
Karaoke in my car.
I don’t tend to admit these things in public. And, no, I don’t own a karaoke machine. I’m too embarrassed to buy one. 🙂 I do however search for karaoke tunes and burn them onto CDs and sing to them in my car. One of my faves? A Whole New World (Aladdin Theme Song). Shut up!
Little House on the Prairie
I LOVE LHOP. I love Laura’s little braids. I love her coming of age. Her falling in love with Almanzo… Ma in trouble (damsel in distress)… And I love Miss Beadle! The whole Mary’s Blind thing kind of gets on my nerves, but I love the episodes. While baby sitting in July of 05, I watched that show almost every weekday with little C. We loved it together. Shut up, shut up!
WWE
World Wrestling Entertainment. It’s like – a soap opera for guys! It’s more than watching huge 350 pound men in tiny briefs mauling eachother. I swear. There are entire stories, stories that span years and years – love, betrayal, and violence… And the commentary from the announcers… priceless… I watch it for scientific sociological purposes. Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/hills/6396/rubyslip.htm
http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/oz/ozsect2.html
I love watching the Wizard of Oz, and watching Judy Garland dances about on the yellow brick road in them. The way they reflect off of the Emerald City’s shiny green-tiled floors… There is just something about them. Something magical. Something that gives me goosebumps. Something that makes me instantly daydream about what it would be like to own them, to touch them, to hold them, to wear them… [pop] …Hello? Where am I?
Regency Gowns
http://www.sensibility.com/studentshare/index.htm
I love the idea of having my own. Of finding fabrics and sewing it together. I love the costumes from this period – and I secretly wish that we dressed like that today. 🙂
Well, that’s all I can think of right now. I’m sure that’s enough for you people who secretly love the same things. Admit it, you do, don’t you? [echo, echo, echo]
Okay, I’m not sure if this is a guilty pleasure or simply a confession but I keep a lot of clothes that normally would be discarded. For instance, today I’m wearing a really pretty dress that has huge rips under each arm. So I’m wearing a jacket over it (said dress has already garnered compliments today).
The other night I went to a holiday party wearing a vintage dress that had numerous holes in it and was missing an important clasp. Mr. Dagda actually had to sew me into the dress before we left. The dress looked great in the holiday party mood lighting.
So basically, I’m thrifty and a pack rat and I like using old broken things and patching over them with a bit of paste and sparkle. Which is good considering I’m a poor mouse right now.
I really like that one and really relate. I can tell you I was thisclose to wearing a green sweater this morning that had a GIANT rip under one arm.. was going to wear a green shirt under and hope for the best. However, I decided to be late to work and throw a whipstitch down the rip and remember not to raise my arms.
I think a loved item, honored with a bit of paste and sparkle, is generally preferable to a boring old off-the-racker.
But that’s just us! Or is it? I can tell you there is at least one other Haycox woman who shares this quality. But Annie doesn’t read this blog.