This week’s Listicles topic comes from Miss Marina Star. I think she feels sorry for me because for a long time she’s been my only follower on Instagram. Whenever I post a photo a message comes back: “Miss Marina Star likes your photo!” which means: “Miss Marina Star feels sorry for you, you big Loser! Get your sorry self some followers!”
Anyway, her topic is 10 guilty pleasures (and she wants us to be honest – shit).
My 10 Guilty Pleasures
Note: Almost every one of mine has to do with eating. Don’t judge me.
- Watching Downton Abbey on Netflix with Ben and Jerry.
- Reading while eating. Reading ethnic novels while eating ethnic foods – even better.
I love to go out to lunch alone and sit in a corner at Whole Foods eating chicken tikka masala while also devouring a novel, uninterrupted. PS: In case you’re interested two excellent novels that pair well with chicken tikka masala are What Is The What by Dave Eggers, and The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. If you’re just going to sit in Whole Foods with a chocolate mousse and a coffee, then read The House On Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros, which you can read in one dessert.
- Eating Cheezits in bed while blogging late at night. It’s a disgusting and unforgivable habit I know, but I also know that I’m not alone – certain other mom-bloggers are just as despicable:
- Gossiping. I come from a long line of Lithuanian women who love to converse, and who were black-belt Ninja gossipers. Gossiping is hard-wired into my DNA. My mother loved to gossip, my sister loved it, my grandmother loved it, my great-aunt, and so on. And all of us understood that as soon as you left the room you’d be discussed, your life dissected, and your character defects passed around and ridiculed like dirty underpants. We considered it an art-form. Gossip gets a bad rap nowadays but I heart it. I really do.
- Blasting loud 80s music on XM radio in the minivan after I drop the kids off at school. I’m not proud of it. Once I got caught listening to Tarzan Boy by Baltimora by one of my children’s gym teachers who happened to be in the car beside me. Out of all the songs a person could get caught nodding their head to, this is one of the lowest – it’s right down there with Falco’s Der Kommissar.
- Listening to NPR (Bob Edwards or Teri Gross – I can’t bring myself to listen to Diane Rheme), and BBC News Outlook’s ”extraordinary personal stories.” If I could do that while eating Cheezits, oh my.
- Hugging, kissing, and snuggling with my children – breathing them in. I once read the following (idiotic) advice in a parenting book: “Be careful to love your children…but don’t make the mistake of falling in love with them.” My first thought after reading that was: “Are you kidding me? It’s too late! I’ve fallen head over heels for them already and there’s no turning back!” So sue me! I’ve fallen in love with my children, and I really think if a parent isn’t in love with their kids there’s something wrong.
- Cranking ABBA and dancing around like a dork (I’m not a good dancer, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, I dance just like Tarzan Boy in that Baltimora video. I never moved on from the 80s.)
Linking up with Stasha at Northwest Mommy.
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