"Guilty" pleasures that aren't really guilty to me, but the world would probably want to shame me over. (World can go eat itself...)
I'm in my 30s and still watching cartoons and anime. Yes, I am familiar with Spongebob and Adventure Time without actually having kids of my own. Pffft!
I like young adult and fantasy genre novels. Sure, I have the excuse that I'm trying to make it writing some of my own, but, really... Fantasy is only a notch above porn on the serious-literature respect-o-meter.
Even worse? I write fanfiction. While I don't do the sterotypical "writing to see fictional characters bang each other" stuff (my work tends to be Genfic, adventure and straight up drama stories), but, this hobby buts me on a level of geekiness that's like... worse than most geeks, it would seem.
The vidoegames I like are, obviously with me being on this site, mostly Nintendo. I suppose I can get away with liking "tame games" as an adult in that I'm female, but still... it's kind of like my love for the animation arts and fantasy lit.
I love U2. Sure, like most, I think their 80s stuff is better than most of their current stuff, but I like their current stuff, too! It's sort of a meme online that (lead singer) "Bono is a ******!" and people are not supposed to/ allowed to like him or the band because of their precieved-to-be-pretentious idealism in their involment in world affairs (go to a U2 concert, at some point during it, Bono *will* preach. I know, I've been there and seen it). I don't care. I like their music and even admire the idealism. So pfffth!
Guilty pleasures I actually feel a little guilty about...
Whenever I go to Teavana or another fancy tea shop. I like really good tea, but the money I'll spend on it makes me feel weird when I can get the regular Lipton swill at the grocery store for much cheaper. It's not as good, though... oh, no, children, it is not nearly as good. Loose-leaf, high quality teas... and I know it's just tea, just something nice to get for myself every once in a while, but I always feel like I've awakened somewehre in Las Vegas next to a stranger after a tea-buying spree.
I feel similiarly guilty whenever I visit a Gertrude Hawk store in the mall. (They're a choclatier).
Pretty much whenever I spend a little "too much" money on some minor luxury. Being raised thrifty and spending life relatively poor, and living at the mercy of others kind of makes me twitchy about money.
Fishing. I mean, I love fishing. I have this belief that humans are a predatory species and that some of us are more predatory than others and must feed that urge in some way. Some feed it with videogames or horror novels, I need to feed it by actually killing stuff every once in a while. My inner hunter-gatherer comes alive when I'm at a creek or a lake with a pole in my hands. At the same time, once I actually catch fish I want to turn into a tasty lunch, I get a little bit of guilt over having shoved a hook through their faces, dragging them up into the air where they are drowning and, of course, taking my knife to them. Yes, I am someone with a predatory urge enough to want to kill and eat, yet with enough empahty to feel sorry for my food.
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