Gilmore? No guilt.
Caution. Life-rant ahead.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. Dave Grohl
I never knew I was such a tremendous Dave Grohl fan until I stumbled upon that quote.
I’m a 46-year-old woman who enjoys what I enjoy and refuses to apologize for it.
carbonation = all pleasure
This is why I’ve come to loathe the phrase guilty pleasure.
For the precise reason Mr. Grohl states far
better more bluntly than I could ever get away with.
My days (and dare I assert all of our days) are filled with things I have to do and from which I don’t derive much pleasure.
The older I get the more it’s begun to annoy me when others foist judgment upon my choices and attach the word “guilty” to activities I’m choosing to make time for in my life.
Cadbury decadence… absolutely no gooey, guilty center!
On top of it all, I’m supposed to remain true to what someone else arbitrarily thinks is a more high-brow and worthy pursuit than the things I’ve prioritized to enjoy?
I’ve made the choice to save the word “guilty” for times when my actions violate my moral code.
Stealing the 20oz Coke bottle from Walgreens because I’ve finally found one with Carla emblazoned on the front and my wallet is in the car.
Having the Meanie Elementary School Mom whacked because the Child wasn’t invited to her daughter’s birthday party.
This is something, thus far, Switched at Birth has never done.
The things I should supposedly claim to feel guilty for– daydreaming about Tim Riggins, creating a pretend conference call so I can’t drive on field trip day– bring me immeasurable happiness and, yes, feelings of self-care.
These days I’m a pleasure seeker and I see no shame in that.
ahhhh pleasurable Parenthood.
I’d rather plop on my couch with a dinner of popcorn and frozen protein shake than spend time in the kitchen creating and plating a the child is finally asleep! meal-for-one.
The very notion of guilty pleasure is built on the idea there exist black-and-white groupings of things we either should or should not enjoy.
And, ala D-Grohl, I think it’s time we collectively acknowledge the idea’s idiocy.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it.
For the rest of 2016, I’d love to decree the word guilty never be uttered alongside the word pleasure.
Please to consider this my virtual permission slip to _____ (insert your pleasure here) without feeling bad about it, if that helps.
Not that you need my permission.
Because, as Dave says, if you fucking like something –like it.
- Do you struggle with the notion of guilty pleasures?
- Or have you already shed the guilt and embraced the pleasure?