Been thinking about that slightly embarrassed guilty feeling I had when buying the Donny Osmond autobiography.
I would say, we all have those kinds of feelings from time to time. But who knows, could just be me!
These are not guilty pleasures, more guilty non-pleasures: the kind of items avoided because of their severe lack of the cool cachet, the kind of things my mates back in the seventies and eighties would have riffed on mercilessly if I'd have expressed interest, the kinds of things I would have dissed them big time for too.
They are the kinds of things I won't buy, or if I ever do I want to carry them out in a brown paper bag.
They are not to be confused with stuff that I just hate and would never buy - top of the list, James Last style muzak springs to mind.
Instead, people like Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond and groups like The Osmonds, and Abba are examples.
Mind you, some of them have turned into guilty pleasures since then. Things like the deeply uncool The Carpenters or The Partridge Family.
It's a cruel (stoopid) world.
SWMBO's response to me reading the Donny Osmond book was interesting: why on earth are you reading that?? Donny Osmond?? He's horrible.
I think he'd be the first to say he's not perfect, the book certainly details much inner soul searching about his public persona (the one SWMBO was reacting to), and even his self deprecating humour gets a bit strained throughout the run down of his successes and failures.
Hey - he's a human being and he allows us to see glimpses behind the mask in the book. Kudos for that Donny!
Love and peace - Wozza