shame… delicious shame.
As the daughter of a father who loves jazz, bespoke clothing and the New York Times Sunday Edition, and a mother who has beautiful taste in interior design, possesses a thorough knowledge of art history, and tends to wear black about 70% of the time, I have no idea how I ended up choosing flip flops as a wardrobe staple, loving the trashiest music of the mid-90’s, and knowing the names of every member of Dog the Bounty Hunter’s family.
Sigh.
Sure, I have many tastes in common with these lovely, cultured people who tried to provide me with classy genes, but I also, well… I read US.
I’ve done posts here inviting people to share their most shameful loves, but every single time I whip people into a confessional frenzy, someone pops up and says, “Why are you ashamed? I really like that stuff, and I don’t see anything wrong with it!”
Which is true, really — the idea of some things as “shameful culture” is highly variable. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and so on.
But we’re not talking about snobbery here. We’re not talking about stuff you proudly love and shout from the rooftops and are a fan of on the Facebook. I ain’t judgin’. Dig what you dig. Be proud. I could give a rat’s ass if EVERY SNAZZY LADY ON THE STREETS OF BOSTON STARED AT MY FLIPPITY FLOPPITY FEET IN DISDAIN.
No, what we’re talking about is the stuff you DO hide because it makes your friends and family groan, the stuff you don’t talk about at the office because your boss would demote you, the stuff you KNOW would make your spouse question your sanity, the stuff you see the WORLD mocking relentlessly… but you?
YOU CANNOT GET ENOUGH.
I want you to out yourself right here.
And I shall do the same.
SHAMEFUL JOYS
(I can hear my dad weeping already)
Million Dollar Listing
New York Fries at the mall with the “Cajun” salty stuff
Cosmopolitan
Singing along with Celine Dion (ONLY CERTAIN SONGS, I SWEAR)
Awards shows (and crying at speeches)
Extreme Home Makeover
I really love the little Polo horse and the little Lacoste alligator on my clothes
The entire Real Housewives franchise
Online personality quizzes
Compulsive lip gloss purchasing
Large, fake, cheap jewelry from Forever 21
Cherry Kool-Aid powder, consumed DRY
Uggs. Really. I want more pairs
Lik-M-Aid
Fake tanning
Boy bands
Anything “Salt N’ Vinegar”
Dance floor hits that rock dentist office Christmas parties: Disco Inferno, ABC, Mambo No. 5, and pretty much anything by C + C Music Factory
… and you?
