I was at a tea society event the other day. It was held at the Jo Malone counter of the last great department store- Bergdorf Goodman. The store is the epitome of grace and class and reminders of what shopping used to be like. We stood in the newly renovated section of the cosmetics department, sipping Palais du Tea blends, eating little triangles of bread, sans crust, filled with light smatterings of cream cheese, chicken salad and smoked salmon. And there were macarons of course.
As we waited for our complimentary hand massages and consultation to find our signature scent blend (if you really want to know what fragrances make up my aromatic calling card I can probably be coerced into telling you…) one of the women came up to me and whispered in my ear…
“Have you seen….(voice goes lower) ‘Dirty John’?”
And I whispered back “OMG- I’m obsessed!”
And we continued to bring back our pre adolescent days by whispering in one anothers ears, and giggling. It reminded me of the days when “Fifty Shades” first came out. Which, for the record, I did not read.
But see- that’s the thing: why am I so adamant about telling you that I DID NOT read the 50 shades books?
I wrote a scathing diatribe against the book “Kissing Quotient.” I thought the book was tawdry and cheap. Yet…it was Goodreads top romance book for 2018. Which means people voted on it. Which means people read it.
I don’t know anyone other than myself who admits to reading it…
So apparently this book was voted “Best Romance” even though no one read it.
Why do we whisper the names of certain shows, books, movies?
Why do we consider watching Real Housewives a guilty pleasure
What’s wrong with enjoying things that are not “intellectual”?
Why are we so embarrassed to admit that we like things that might be considered “tawdry”?
Well….we do it to ourselves.
Have you ever looked down on someone who said they did something you think is ridiculous? I know I have. (which explains why no one will admit to reading Kissing Quotient when I’m in earshot) But I shouldn’t be doing that. Ever. I should never look oddly at someone for doing something that they enjoy.
So as of today, I’m going to stop referring to my watching “Catfish” as a guilty pleasure. From now on it will just be a pleasure. I will no longer refer to it as a documentary on life in an internet age. I will proudly call it a reality show that peeks into peoples dating lives.
And I’m going to stop judging others for whatever pleasure they have.