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[linnea]

A disgusting, delicious pleasure.

Hells and damn yes. I want to light up a Black & Gold RIGHT NOW.

[robot_god]

I haven't partook in quite some time, but I'd say a guilty pleasure of mine is foosball.  It is alot of fun to dominate people in foosball, especially since many dudes are very arrogant about their foosball skill.

Chilled with an old bud awhile ago that I didn't see for awhile and the topic came up.  He got mad haughty, sayin, "Foosball!?  I'll beat ya ass!  I'm da best!  I'm good!  Etc!"  So we went back to my table and I basically shut him out with one hand.  This has happened many times.  I had my own tables for awhile, but they get busted: last one got demolished by two dudes fightin'.  I haven't played seriously in a little over two years.

Last time I played was on my road trip in Boston.  I almost litterally shut out the entire bar (while wearing a Yanks hat).  Won hella beers.

Kinda hypocritical to call out arrogant foosball players and then start braggin', but that's how the foosball lifestyle is lived and I back it up.  I'll beat ya ass.

[Alternate]

TOUAMB, and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

I love that song so much.  It is so true. 

Touamb was a guilty pleasure for me when I was lurking.  I was tempted to join, but I thought, "No Alternate, only losers join online message boards to discuss webcomics.  Losers who get made fun of."  Then I lurked for like six months.  And then I thought, "Okay, only even bigger losers lurk on such message boards.  I guess now I have nowhere to go but up." 

My guitiest guilty pleasures, though: 

1) That Britney Spears song, "Hit me baby, one more time."  In my defense I thought it was about S&M at the time. 

2) That syrupier than syrup song from the nineties that goes like, "I wanna stand with you on a mountain, I wanna bathe with you in the sea..."  When I think about that song now I kind of feel nauseated like I just ate a huge bag of candy, but when I was a lovesick teenager I enjoyed things like eating huge bags of candy, and listening to that song. 

3) Emo in general. 

4) The fact that I actually don't really feel guilty for loving emo.  1) and 2) are songs that got lucky, bad songs that found me at a vulnerable moment and slipped into my consciousness.  When I have them stuck in my head I am afraid that telepathic people will check me out, and then be repulsed when they hear my internal soundtrack of the moment.  I want to call out to them, "I'm not really like this, telepathic people! This is just a fluke! Give me another chance!"  But if they caught me with an emo song in my head, I could offer no such excuse.  "It's no mistake," I would have to say. "I have intentionally and joyfully listened to entire emo albums on numerous occasions.  I know all the words to this song, and have sung it loudly in the shower after being dumped.  And if you can't deal with that, telepathic people, then maybe we just shouldn't be friends.  There, I said it." 

P.S.:  I don't actually think that message board people are losers.

[Doc]

2) That syrupier than syrup song from the nineties that goes like, "I wanna stand with you on a mountain, I wanna bathe with you in the sea..."  When I think about that song now I kind of feel nauseated like I just ate a huge bag of candy, but when I was a lovesick teenager I enjoyed things like eating huge bags of candy, and listening to that song. 

Those dudes come from the same town (we call it a city but you'd say town) as me. The worst part is a new all female group just released a cover and it's worse.
So Much Worse.

[V-Adore]

I think you can put "all syrupy love songs that you adored unironically as a teenager" on that list. Like... I know, academically, that Aerosmith's "Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" is a hideous monstrosity of pseudomusic, but I had my first slow dance to it, so on some level I will always love it. Also, the Goo Goo Dolls' "Iris," although I'm prepared to argue that that song is legitimately okay.

[theinevitable]

I am not trying to sound "better than you" when I say that I have never really enjoyed syrupy love songs. At least, not that I can remember. Things like that make me feel really uncomfortable, normally.

[KeithHernandez]

Yeah, I pretty much hated all music until I was like 14 and found Bob Dylan.  Up until then I had no need for it.

[pmcd9]

I am guilty, but i've never been convicted. 

If loving Captain and Tennile is wrong, I don't want to be right.

They'll not take me alive.

[Alternate]

I don't really like what I consider syrupy love songs anymore.  I like a lot of dramatic love songs, but there has to be some specificity to their poetry.  The "stand with you on a mountain song," when I hear it now, sounds like a guy talking to a girl whose head is a box with a question mark, and just saying to her, "I love you so much!  I love you ten times!  I love you a hundred times!  I love you a thousand times!" and so on.  One of my all time favorite songs, on the other hand, is "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands," by Bob Dylan.  It's five verses of dense, intricate description of a woman.  The description is vivid and haunting, abstract but never general.  And it doesn't really give you a picture of who this woman actually is (although some have made guesses), but it makes it very clear that he knows who she is, that she isn't an archetype, that she has a face.  Another favorite love song of mine is "Chelsea Hotel No.2" by Leonard Cohen.  There are no broad declarations in this song, only a pure, unvarnished recount of what was said, what was done in that room with the unmade bed.  How she got away, didn't she, and how he doesn't think of her that often anymore.  It's the truth, and the truth is in the details of her loud voice, the limousines in the street, the way she clenched her fist and what she said as she clenched her fist. 

And even though I loved both those songs in high school, I think the syrupy, generic top forty songs might have more accurately described my understanding of what love was, at the time.  Now, not so much.

[Lister]

I have a wide range of guilty pleasure singers/bands.  These are what I could come up with:

The Bangles
Chumbawamba
Dinah Shore
Fatboy Slim
The Four Lads
Perry Como
Robert Palmer
Smash Mouth
Squirrel Nut Zippers
Technotronic

Anything on the Ghostbutsters II soundtrack

I don't know why they hit that feel happy chord with me, but I ain't apologizing.

[theinevitable]

squirrel nut zippers are from Chapel Hill... and their first album was called "The Inevitable". Huh.

The Cardigans-- Love Fool. So good.

[KeithHernandez]

One time I got really drunk, heard Chumbawamba on the radio and bought the CD.  I am pretty sure I threw it away a couple days later.  I was 16 or 17, so this was a while ago.

[theinevitable]

my sig reminds me:

my guilty pleasure is probably really pretentious art. especially like, concept art shit. I love that stuff so much.

[linnea]

More guilty pleasures of mine:

Reading Dan Savage's crazy sex-advice column, "Savage Love"

I really, really wish I could take naps at work. Even having this thought makes me feel guilty, but it would be sheer luxury to be able to do it. Mmm, nap.

I hoard stupid stuff that I'll never use, and I even brought a few boxes of it with me to Alaska. Thank God the rest of it is still in storage in Colorado. I forced myself to spend last weekend cleaning out closets and drawers and just ruthlessly threw shit away. I just took 4 huge trash bags of shit to the landfill, and boxed up another 2 bags of useful stuff to donate to the church.

I have to box up all the contraband that I don't want the housesitter to see and hide it in order to keep up appearances. Also to prevent her from drinking all my Good Scotch.

I read rotten.com occasionally, it's like a trainwreck. Can't tear my eyes away.

I throw away greeting cards that I receive, usually at the effing post office after I read them in order to avoid taking them home to add to the clutter, even though I have the nagging feeling that I should keep them for a scrapbook or something. I have not enough creativity to make a scrapbook, although my awesome younger sister has made several that I really love.

Sometimes when Lenny is yelling (meowing REALLY LOUDLY) in the middle of the night I tell him to shut up. This is not something I am proud of.

There are times that I relish feeling vengeful and imagining terrible things happening to total assholes. Mmm, wrath.

[wombat]

I have a wide range of guilty pleasure singers/bands.  These are what I could come up with:

The Bangles

Oh, yeah. I am such a sucker for girls singing harmony like that.

I don't feel the least bit guilty for reading Savage Love, though. It's education.