Guilty pleasures are things that we enjoy, but that we are embarrassed or ashamed that we like. There can be guilty pleasures in all categories: food, TV shows, music, sports, and more.
In terms of food, one of my guilty pleasures is cake. Other people like ice cream, chocolate, or candy. I like cake–not the fancy kind at fancy bakeries, though I don’t mind those either. I am perfectly happy with a plain white (vanilla) cake with frosting (a layer of sweet icing used to decorate the top and sides of cakes). Chocolate cake is fine, too, but I don’t need fancy fruit, cream, or other fillings (food put inside of other food). My favorite part of birthday parties, mine and other people’s, is having cake. It’s something that I can never turn down (refuse), and I give in to (allow myself to do something I shouldn’t) my cravings (the wanting something very badly) all too often.
In terms of movies, I have a lot of guilty pleasures. My guilty pleasures fall into two categories:
1) movies that I can watch over and over again (no, I won’t admit how many times I’ve seen them), and
2) bad movies that I enjoy.
Movies like “The Fugitive,” “Shawshank Redemption,” and “Roman Holiday” are ones I can watch time and time again (many times). I usually catch them on lazy weekend afternoons, surfing the channels (using the remote control to move quickly through many TV channels).
Then, there are the bad movies. There was a movie I saw on television when I was young called “Sooner or Later” about a teenage girl who falls for a handsome 17-year-old guy. He is (of course!) the leader of a rock band, and she lies to him about her age so he’ll be interested in her. Okay, everything about this movie is cheesy (embarrassingly bad and of poor quality)–the acting, the script, the music, the premise (basic idea). Still, I can’t help enjoying myself when I watch the film now. I’m sure it’s nostalgia (warm feelings for the past), but I’m not joking when I say it’s bad.
All right, now that I’ve confessed (admitted to something I’m not proud of or to something bad I’ve done) some of my guilty pleasures, will you confess some of yours?