or why this is written in english
In an ideal world, people would be able to like what they like, and no one would give a flying fuck about pleasing another person’s opinion of what is deemed acceptable. Unfortunately we don’t live in a perfect world and so god created the term Guilty pleasure.
No, for real though. Why are guilty pleasures a thing? If it’s pleasurable, why are we feeling guilty about enjoying it? I don’t do guilty pleasures. I don’t know if it’s the age, or if I’m blessed with an exceptionally high amount of self-confidence or whatever, but I stopped giving a fuck what people think about the things I like years ago. This may sound pretentious and vain, but wow, sue me. We should all love ourselves anyway. I just like what I like, man. Now get over it and move on, nothing to see here.
Except there is, Cause this attitude seems to be a rarity. Why is it that we feel the need to be ashamed of stuff we thoroughly enjoy? I’m so over having to justify my love for Glee (which, basically, would qualify as a HUGE guilty pleasure) or that, yeah, in fact I still really enjoy the Backstreet Boys (All you hipsters kinda brought that back though, thank you people.)