Guilty Pleasures
Stolen from Katherine. List your guilty pleasures!
- Pasta. No matter that it's really just carbohydrates, which turn into sugar, which turn into fat -- set me down in front of a bowl of pretty much any kind of noodle slathered in some variation of tomato sauce and I'm happy. My favorite pasta dish is spaghetti and grilled chicken in a tomato-garlic sauce made by my daddy, though I'm also a big fan of tortellini and ravioli.
- Romance novels. Okay, so sue me, I'm a girl and I like to make squeeing sounds when the right characters finally end up together, even though I knew from page one that they would. This category also includes novels that are not marketed as romance but contain more than a sliver of romance in them.
- The TV show True Blood. I've only watched half of the first season and I think I'm hooked. I tell myself that I'm watching it the way you watch a car crash, but that's not true. Oh HBO, you and your vampire porn...
- The X-Files. The best worst TV show EVER. Mostly I watch it for Mulder and Scully's fantastic interactions and romantic tension.
- The Internet. What would I do without wireless?
- Fanfiction. Enough said.
- Julie E. Czerneda. Although some of her stuff falls under the "romance novel" category, she's good enough (and at times guilty enough) to get a category of her own. I suppose most of the guilt comes from the fact that I obsess over her writing a lot more than everyone else I know. I am perfectly capable of recognizing flaws in her works -- at times large ones! -- but somehow this does not affect my love for them in the least.
- Sexual innuendo. Anything from Shakespeare to "that's what she said" is endlessly entertaining if I'm in the right mood for it. (Yes, I am still a teenager on the inside.)
- Dressing up pretty. Yes, I am a girl.
- Boots and overcoats. I have more of these than I need -- and often the ones I buy are rather expensive -- but I use them so lovingly that it (almost) makes up for how much I spend. Maybe?
- Joss Whedon shows. Mostly Buffy, Firefly, and Dr. Horrible (I haven't seen enough of Angel or Dollhouse). Sometimes they're so bad (especially early episodes of Buffy) and then they turn around and give you a big life lesson wrapped up in an entertaining (and occasionally musical!) format.
- Milton's Paradise Lost. Can I tell you why I love Milton? I'm not sure I have a clue. Do I like to admit to it in the company of normal human beings? Not so much. Does this make my love any less real? Of course not.
- "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. How can I allow myself to like a song that contains the lyrics "This love is difficult, but it's real"? And yet how can I not love it?
- The name "Andromeda." Secretly, I have always wanted to have a daughter named Andromeda. She could go by Andy!
- Pasta. No matter that it's really just carbohydrates, which turn into sugar, which turn into fat -- set me down in front of a bowl of pretty much any kind of noodle slathered in some variation of tomato sauce and I'm happy. My favorite pasta dish is spaghetti and grilled chicken in a tomato-garlic sauce made by my daddy, though I'm also a big fan of tortellini and ravioli.
- Romance novels. Okay, so sue me, I'm a girl and I like to make squeeing sounds when the right characters finally end up together, even though I knew from page one that they would. This category also includes novels that are not marketed as romance but contain more than a sliver of romance in them.
- The TV show True Blood. I've only watched half of the first season and I think I'm hooked. I tell myself that I'm watching it the way you watch a car crash, but that's not true. Oh HBO, you and your vampire porn...
- The X-Files. The best worst TV show EVER. Mostly I watch it for Mulder and Scully's fantastic interactions and romantic tension.
- The Internet. What would I do without wireless?
- Fanfiction. Enough said.
- Julie E. Czerneda. Although some of her stuff falls under the "romance novel" category, she's good enough (and at times guilty enough) to get a category of her own. I suppose most of the guilt comes from the fact that I obsess over her writing a lot more than everyone else I know. I am perfectly capable of recognizing flaws in her works -- at times large ones! -- but somehow this does not affect my love for them in the least.
- Sexual innuendo. Anything from Shakespeare to "that's what she said" is endlessly entertaining if I'm in the right mood for it. (Yes, I am still a teenager on the inside.)
- Dressing up pretty. Yes, I am a girl.
- Boots and overcoats. I have more of these than I need -- and often the ones I buy are rather expensive -- but I use them so lovingly that it (almost) makes up for how much I spend. Maybe?
- Joss Whedon shows. Mostly Buffy, Firefly, and Dr. Horrible (I haven't seen enough of Angel or Dollhouse). Sometimes they're so bad (especially early episodes of Buffy) and then they turn around and give you a big life lesson wrapped up in an entertaining (and occasionally musical!) format.
- Milton's Paradise Lost. Can I tell you why I love Milton? I'm not sure I have a clue. Do I like to admit to it in the company of normal human beings? Not so much. Does this make my love any less real? Of course not.
- "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. How can I allow myself to like a song that contains the lyrics "This love is difficult, but it's real"? And yet how can I not love it?
- The name "Andromeda." Secretly, I have always wanted to have a daughter named Andromeda. She could go by Andy!