Guilt-less Guilty Pleasure

by - 3:00:00 AM

**I interupt the pointlessness that follows (before it even starts) for a short rant on real-life-celebrity drama.

I know we all don't really care about Lindsay Lohan. Sure, she was all cute and stuff when she did The Parent Trap and she appealed to all, quote unquote, normal girls with her role in Mean Girls, and I admit that I liked her in Freaky Friday although perhaps that's because I liked the book in elementary school. Whatever. She's not very likable now. I mean, she lost my respect and fan-ship when she started looking like a skeleton and dying her hair, not to mention all the drug and alcohol induced pity partying she did.

Well, now it has come to my attention that she has a rather inflated image of herself. Remember the E*Trade commercial that aired during the Super Bowl where the baby is talking to a girl baby on his computer and she asks if he's with that "milkaholic Lindsay"? Apparently, according to Ms. All-That Lohan, E*Trade was taking a swing at her because she's like Oprah. No, really, that's what her rep said - that she's like Oprah in that she's one-name recognizable... I must've missed that somewhere along the way. Anyway, now Lindsay is suing E*Trade and demanding that they stop airing that particular commercial.

I think she took her role in Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen too much to heart 'cause oh-em-gee this is dumb.

Now back to your regularly-scheduled blog.***



I love Cyanide and Happiness. They brighten my day. They're kinda like a guilty pleasure, only I don't have any feelings of guiltiness associated with the pleasure I get from spending precious time browsing their comics (instead of posting stories to the web).

That's the thing about guilty pleasures. I honestly don't experience guilt when I get pleasure from activities (I use this term loosely) that others would go to great lengths to keep hidden away from the rest of the world. I have many guilty pleasures, I guess, if only because of the definition other people assign those two words when they appear side-by-side in a sentence. Maybe I should feel shame that I derive pleasure from some of the things I do. Maybe I should care that other people are embarrassed for me. But maybe, just maybe, I should be grateful that I find pleasure in something.

So now we come to the point of today's blog. Actually, I've already made my point. All without providing you with any content save a comic strip that doesn't really have anything to do with anything at all. So now, on to the content, meager though it will be.

It's confession time. My biggest guilty pleasure currently, although I'm not really all that guilty over it, would have to be the Jonas Brothers' t.v. show that comes on Disney Channel. Most people my age would shudder to admit this. I mean, after all, they are what I like to call a teenie-bopper phenomenon. But have you seen the show? It's freakin' hilarious. I'm serious. It makes fun of their fans hardcore. They're all the time getting into these ridiculous situations because they're neverending screaming fans create chaotic situations out of the most ordinary tasks.

Each brother has a different persona to play in the show: Joe is the cool, good-looking ladies' man; Kevin is the goofy but cute dumb one; and Nick is the boy genius. They have their own fashionista who, at the tender age of 17, has custom-designed a wardrobe system that specifically matches each Jonas' preferences. She and Joe end up together at some point (duh). And then there's the president of their fan club who always manages to injure one of them whenever she's around.

It's so silly it borders on being slap-stick comedy. I absolutely love to let this 30 minutes of pure stupidity melt my brain cells. And I'm honestly not ashamed to admit it. As a matter of fact, I'd go so far as to recommend it to anyone who needs a good laugh. Even if that means you end up laughing at me for getting pleasure out of something so juvenile.

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1 comments

  1. The Jonas Brothers make me want to hurl a baby into oncoming traffic, dive to save it, save it, but make sure a semi-truck kills me in the process. They annoy me almost as much as Justin Bieber. Actually, no, more.

    Although I do like one of their songs. One. That's it.

    But I've never watched their show.

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