We’ve been watching Pretend it’s a City with Fran Lebowitz. On Netflix. She mentioned something in last night’s episode that I probably would have brought up here even if she hadn’t, coz this is my thing too.
I don’t believe in “guilty pleasures.” I don’t have any. People seem to think of things like… reading romance novels, or eating a bit of chocolate every day, anything that you enjoy that, I dunno, people might not think of as “proper” or “sophisticated” or, as Fran L described it, things that aren’t “High art.” Some people have even referred to reading fantasy as a guilty pleasure. Well, that’s dumb!
But like her, I think why should I feel guilty about this thing I enjoy? Does my enjoyment of this thing hurt anybody else? If it did, then not only *should* I feel guilty, then I would be a pretty sick and twisted individual for taking any kind of pleasure out of a thing that hurts someone else. So No! I like the books I like. I like the movies and shows I like. It doesn’t hurt anybody. So why should I feel guilty?
I don’t have guilty pleasures. I just have pleasures.
I hope you have done, or intend to do, some things today which give you pleasure.