"Guilty pleasures"? The concept is somewhat foreign to me. Guilt, I get. Pleasure, I get. I don't know how the two are supposed to mix. I've never been the sort of person who requires permission, a complicit accomplice, or an official pardon to order dessert if that's what I want to do. It's not that I'm immune to guilt... I'm really, truly not. It
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