Guilty Pleasures and True Confessions

Here it is, the post where you either say 

"Oh my gosh! I can totally relate! That's MY sneaky, shameful, guilty pleasure too!"

or....

You shake your head in amazement, go "tsk, tsk", and promptly become an un-follower of this blog.

I have a few guilty pleasures which I unabashedly enjoy.
They are not the least bit intellectually edifying, and more than likely cause me to leak brain cells with each exposure. 

Still, I am unapologetic...I own my shallowness with regards to these mental bon bon's, and to those of you who can proudly boast a steady diet of C-Span, PBS, and High Fiber Foods, a great, big, fat Huzzah! to you.

Guilty Pleasure Number One: 

 

Please, make yourself comfy and join my husband on the "why does she watch this crap?" settee!

"The Bachelor: On the Wings of Love"", wherein  25 fame-ho gals act out their marriage-rescue fantasies on a guy they've just met. 

I ask you, what's not to love? 

Do I think this show is contrived? Absolutely.

Do I think that each season's Bachelor is tool-ier than the last? Without a doubt.

Do I understand why Bachelor Jake is keeping the skanky Vienna over other, classier gals? Heck no!

Will I watch next season's chosen Bachelor wash, rinse and repeat this formula? Need you ask?

Guilty Pleasure Number Two:

General Hospital...a show ostensibly about the goings-on in an urban hospital, and yet in recent years has devolved into a third-rate Sopranos homage. The Gummi-Bear Mob, led by ruthless kingpin with a heart-o-gold (is there any other kind?) Sonny Corinthos, are the centerpiece of the venerable ABC soap.

Is it all mob, all the time? Pretty much.

Is good old Luke Spencer still around? You betcha!

In fact, the latest super couple in the making is Lulu and Dante .... the daughter of Luke and Laura and the newly discovered, undercover cop, adult son of....duh-duh-duh...SONNY CORINTHOS!!! OMG, as they say!

Yep, my DVR has a permanent date with this silly soap, and I gobble it up like so much cotton candy.

Guilty Pleasure Number Three:

This ain't your Mama's ramen.

This is spicy and zesty and altogether intoxicating. I swear, this noodle soup has magical, healing properties, and although it'll never be confused with health food, it sure does do MY body good when I'm feeling under the weather. If you're a spicy food aficionado like I am, do yourself a favor and grab a bag or five of Shin Ramyun next time you're out.

Guilty Pleasure Number Four:

Little Debbie Fudge Brownies.

Madame Debbie's contributions to society rank right up there with Madame Curie's in my book!

No Godiva for this gal, just gimme a box of Lil' Debbie goodness this Valentine's Day and I'll be a happy gal. Serve 'em to me straight from the fridge and I'll be yours for life.

Guilty Pleasure Number Five:

Uh huh.

When I was planning our wedding reception three years ago, I only knew of one song that absolutely, positively HAD to be played, and it was Sir Mix-a-Lot's ode to the female posterior.

Don't ask me why, there's just something goofy and infectious about the song (and video) which always causes me to bust a discreet move whenever it comes on. 

That's it for now.

Still love me?

Any guilty pleasures that YOU wanna share?

Do tell!