If I had any musical talents whatsoever, I'd start a band. I'd name it "Guilty Pleasures" and we'd perform all of the songs that catch you by surprise and make you gasp when you hear them on the radio.
You know the songs...the ones that you used to sing into a hairbrush in your middle school bedroom's full-length mirror. They are, most likely, the same ones that are on your "gym" playlist.
Among some of my band's greatest hits would be Bel Biv DeVoe's Poison, Black Eyed Peas' My Humps and Wreckx-N-Effect's Rump Shaker.
I'm willing to bet that my band would be the most popular band in all of the land because, well, people tend to like bad things. I've been told (several times) that I like bad things and I'm okay with it. I embrace this fact.
Yes, it's true. I love poorly-made movies where the quirky couple rides into the sunset on a riding lawnmower, impromptu choreographed dances and early-90s throwbacks.
My heart warms knowing that people think of me when news breaks about a boy band tour or they hear silly gossip about one of my loves - Jordan Knight, JC Chasez, Kirk Cameron...the list goes on and on.
I'm not embarrassed by these facts. These former obsessions of mine molded me into the young lady I am today. Perhaps the name "Guilty Pleasures" is not a perfect fit. The only thing I'm guilty of is being totally awesome.
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