“This week’s task was sent in by Maree of Just Add Books, who’s been thinking about those things that we do when we’re not reading or blogging. Here’s what Maree has to say:

The comments on this post of mine got me thinking about guilty pleasures. Non-reading guilty pleasures.

Mine at the time the post was written was American Idol. Particularly one contestant, as you can see. By now, the show is over, and the results are in, one way or another. But my inappropriate addiction to Idol got me thinking about the things we do that we love but that we don’t like to admit to–our guilty pleasures. Mine is reality TV, which scratches that small, dark place that we all have.

So. Weekly Geeks, we’re going into the confessional this week.

What’s your non-reading guilty pleasure?
Trashy TV?
Trashier movies?
Junk food?

Share with the group. :)”

I’ve been thinking about this one since Saturday. To me, guilty pleasures evoke something about which I should be embarrassed. Ten years ago, I would have had a list a mile long: certain music, various TV shows, and especially food. However, as I was thinking about my response to this week’s subject, I had an epiphany. I don’t have guilty pleasures anymore because I’m not embarrassed anymore. So what if I have New Kids on the Block on my iPod? Or will sit and watch Notting Hill every single time it comes on TV? Or have made complete meals out of nothing but seven-layer taco dip and a bag of Doritos? They make me happy, and therefore I can’t be made to feel guilty about any of them. Should I be embarrassed that I’m a 33-year-old woman with a not-so-minor obsession with the Twilight Series? Probably. Am I? Nope. Again, it’s something that interests me, and I am no longer going to apologize for it. I guess I really am growing up!