Guilty as Charged!

When I hear the phrase “guilty pleasure”, automatically my mind goes to snitching the kids’ lunch snacks or eating a Symphony chocolate bar while the hubby is in there working it out to “Michael Jackson Experience”. I feel immense guilt, but the pleasure of those Chili Cheese Frito-Lay Corn Chips or that endorphin –pumping milk chocolate… *sigh*

Yet there are other guilty pleasures. The ones that if you were in a room full of people, you wouldn’t admit to unless about five people confessed them first. I thought of this while watching Mob Wives on VH1. Yeah, I said it.


And while I’m on a roll, I never miss an episode of The Real Housewives of New Jersey (nobody flips a table like Teresa!), and was cheering for Nene during the infamous Nene vs Kim smackdown on Kandi’s tour bus on the Real Housewives of Atlanta. I would use the stand-by excuse of “it’s for research”, but really, who am I kidding? It’s just sheer WTF fun! I mean, who could make this stuff up? Does anyone see the irony of Sammy the Bull’s daughter writing a tell-all book?? Or the hilarity of a woman who proudly croons, “Amazing Grace…that saved a wench like me”. If I were to submit half of this material to my editor, she would order me to revise and resubmit because it’s just not believable!


Everyone needs a guilty pleasure. Something that you watch, listen to or eat out of pure enjoyment. It shouldn’t have any educational or nutritional value or redeeming qualities—just good ol’ fashion fun. Also at the top of my list are “The Expendables” with Sylvester Stallone, “Bicycle Race” by Queen and sugar on my hotdogs. Share yours!