As you know from the title of this erudite journal, pizza is one of my guilty pleasures. You’ve seen that bumper sticker that says, “A bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work.” Well, for me, even a bad pizza is better than good food that is healthy and nutritious. Well, not always, but work with me here.
Anyway, I have an idea for a book that I offer up to anyone who wants to run with it. Just send me an autographed copy or two when it hits the New York Times bestseller list. The title would be simply “Guilty Pleasures,” and it would consist of an encyclopedic collection of the guilty pleasures of famous people throughout history. I know I would read it.
Now, we have to be careful about our definitions. A pleasure isn’t truly guilty unless it is really bad or potentially harmful for you. So, no altruistic pursuits and no quaint but harmless hobbies. Wouldn’t it be awesome to learn that Michaelangelo had tattoos and body piercings; or that Lincoln loved to skinny dip in the Potomac River; or that Confucius slipped risque limericks into the Analects? Of course, the Roman Emperors would have an entire chapter.
None of us are saints. Given that we are human, we will make mistakes and we will engage in behaviors that are risky, possibly harmful, and even potentially dangerous. I think the point is that, since we must engage in these behaviors by our nature, then we should do so with intent and in a way that maximizes our own pleasure and the pleasure of those people important to us. So, when you engage in your guilty pleasure, be creative about it and do it shamelessly. Drink responsibly, laugh heartily, and love relentlessly. Never be ashamed about your passion.