The 10 Guiltiest Pleasures of the Decade, From the Relentless Kardashians to Our True-Crime Obsession
I hate hate HATE hate-hate-hate haaaaaate the phrase “guilty pleasure,” especially when it’s referring to pop culture.
I hate that’s it’s typically reserved to describe programming enjoyed by a largely female or sometimes homosexual demographic. I hate that these things are demeaned as slight or trivial or having no discernible value to culture because of who it appeals most to.
The phrase is inherently misogynistic and homophobic. Sure, spend the equivalent of a month’s rent on a bundled NFL package and devote an entire day of the week updating your seven fantasy football teams for a sport in which domestic abusers are paid millions to ruin their brains for your entertainment, but it’s having a glass of wine and watching Bravo before bed that’s a “guilty pleasure.”
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