Our topic over at The Debutante Ball today is "Guilty Pleasures." I had no trouble with the "pleasures" part, but the "guilt" part kind of threw me. Why feel guilty about a little self-indulgence?
Okay, wait a second. In case you think I have no conscience at all, let me reassure you. I am capable of feeling guilt. Mostly over the major things -- you know, the stuff that hurts other people.
Lying, cheating, stealing ... I would feel horribly guilty over any of that.
Doing physical harm to anyone? Fuhgettaboutit. Cannot even contemplate it.
But eating candy? Having a cocktail or three (with no driving involved)? Eating chips, appreciating a nice specimen of the male persuasion? Reading a book that may not be classified as *cough* great literature? Well, I just don't happen to think there's anything especially guilt-worthy about it.
How about you? What sets your inner angel yammering in your ear?
P.S. My post at the Ball has pictures!
Seriously. You should go look. It's easy. Just click here. Tell Deb Linda that Badass Linda says hi. Try not to crack up at that "badass" while you're doing it. ;)
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