(Via Huffington Post) The entire article is worth a read, and definitely makes some good points. I have referred to certain bands/artists as "guilty pleasures," most recently Macklemore and Taylor Swift. (Only one song! Really!) I'd even referred to My Chem as a guilty pleasure, when I first started listening to them! I bought 3 Cheers at a Tower Records, rather than the hole in the wall record store I usually went to, where they knew me. (Back in the earlier days of internet downloading, when record stores still existed.) I only listened to it at home, by myself, never in the car, in case I came across people I knew (I hung out with a lot of gutter punks at the time, and man, no one is more judgemental than punks...) Though I quickly owned up to liking them; I couldn't even hide it now if I wanted to, especially with my "merci our le venin" tattoo... But I realized very recently, that referring to something as a guilty pleasure is silly. If people are really going to judge me based on the fact that I like one Taylor Swift songs, why do I want to waste my time talking to them? Yeah, I know she's a ridiculous pop star, that goes through boyfriends like most people go through underwear. But I don't care. It's a catchy song, and I'm gonna sing along with it, goddammit!