Five guilty pleasures

So Kristen Painter tagged me to talk about five of my guilty pleasures. But I thought the whole point of a guilty pleasure is that I’m able to enjoy it only because no one else knows I do it, like the way one of my college roommates has a collection of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen videos. (Ooops.) So if I tell y’all about them, then maybe I won’t be able to enjoy them anymore? Like, it used to be reading children’s books, but then Harry Potter went and made that all de rigueur, and besides, now I do it for industry research and stuff, so it’s my job.

Sailor Boy, by the way, says I don’t have guilty pleasures. Just pleasures. Because I don’t feel guilty about pleasure. Which is pretty much true. I am very enthusiastic about all things, even things that I should probably be a bit more discreet about — like how much I like popping the bubbles in bubble wrap. Especially if they’re the super-sized bubble kind of bubble wrap.

So I have been sitting here, trying to think of things that I’m actually guilty about enjoying. I’m totally not guilty about my fleece-lined satin robe from Victoria’s Secret. It’s sexy and slinky and cozy, and I feel proud of the fact that I pulled that off. I don’t feel as if I’m pulling a fast one when I pour myself a martini that’s more olives than vodka. It’s being… thrifty. And sober. And any time I think I’ the only person who has memorized every scene from The Princess Bride, Swingers, the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice, or half a dozen Buffy episodes, I’m proved wrong, so why should I feel guilty if the rest of y’all don’t?

This is hard.

Let’s see. I feel a bit squeamish about the fact that I keep picking up my book to fact check for something I’m putting in book two, and end up getting lost in it. Actually, what I’m really squeamish about is admitting that I do. I’m not particularly proud that I’m addicted to tabloid info about Britney Spears, TomKat, and anything about the Simpson girls. The more outlandish, the better. I love getting into arguments about industry stuff. I’ll do it all day long, even if it doesn’t concern me in the slightest. Naps. (Sailor Boy does admit that I’m guilty about sleeping when there’s work to do.)

That’s about it. I tag anyone wwho wants to be…