I have a confession. My name is Katie and I watch The Bachelor. Every Monday night. And then comes The Bachelorette. I avoid The Bachelor Pad not because of its (crass) content, but because of the timing of its season; my children stay up way too late in the summer months for me to squeeze it in. Watching this reality television love show is my guilty pleasure and I have decided that I am not going to apologize for it.
At the risk of sounding ridiculous in the way I spend my time, I also do a live blog with some fun and fascinating friends that make hilarious comments throughout the duration of the show. We comment on everything from the contestants choice of cocktail dress ("they need dresses that are actually in their size") to how we prefer our cupcakes (Joe thinks that frosting today is way overboard, Kara disagrees) and the details of our personal lives (the good, the bad and the insanely funny). Through a reality show, we found a community to cultivate the reality of our own lives.
As a yoga instructor it would seem that this might not be one of my most adored ways to spend a free evening. But it really is. This is the type of unexpected twist about someone that I thrive on discovering. I applaud that my sister-in-law, a CFO, CPA and all around amazing financial guru watches every season of Big Brother. Her husband, a police officer is addicted to it too. My inspiring and beautifully zen yoga mentor used to tape General Hospital on a daily basis. I know of a yoga master who conducts national teacher trainings and could walk through life in a handstand, eats regular, full fat, old-fashioned, non-soy ice cream. Nightly.
I am witholding their names just in case they do not want their identities revealed. Just in case they do not want the world to know these intimate details of their character. The question though is why do we feel the need to hide these desires in our lives that make us all the more human? Is it because we don't want people to judge what we do behind closed doors or is it because we really flourish on having a secret, something to call our own that can not be revealed by a first impression?
I say we embrace what makes us human. Reveal the guilty pleasures, the confessions, the messy closets (I have plenty of those too). Let's set ourselves free from perfection or society's ideals of what idealism is supposed to be. In my eyes, that makes you all the more real, and that is a quality far greater than perfection. We are all beautifully flawed human beings. At the end of the day, that is who I want to drink a glass of wine with. Ideally, while watching The Bachelor.
Do you have any guilty pleasures? Please be a gem and comment below (I promise that I will not judge you):
I, too, love The Bachelor. But my guiltiest guilty pleasure is my uncanny ability to spend hours at a time (literally, hours!) shopping at TJ Maxx, Marshalls, Ross and, lately, Bealls Outlet. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I often spend full Saturdays - sunup 'til sundown - indulging in this hobby, if you can call it that. When my friends ask, I say I was out 'running errands' but they've all learned what that actually means ...
ReplyDeleteI love this Darcy. I am a deal seeker too and adore a great Marshalls find. We don't have a Bealls Outlet but I am so fascinated that I may just have to go to Florida to check it out in person...
ReplyDeleteGuilty pleasures? Where do I begin? All time guilty pleasure, reality shows! And I don't discriminate. Anything from the Kardashians to home improvement to hoarders. It is fascinting to see how others live their lives. Even though shows like the Kardashians may have elements that are allegedly fabricated, I am entertained nonetheless. People actually live like that? Money, drama, lifestyle. It completely puts my life into perspective. As Biggie says, "Mo money, mo problems."
ReplyDeleteHoarders? Makes me feels infinitely better about my disaster of a house. Teen Mom? I am totally mother of the year. My Strange Addiction? Target clearance trolling is nothing in comparison to eating cat hair, eating a deceased person's ashes, or having a relationship with my vehicle (which is never a possiblity with the much loathed MILF mobile...if it was a cherry red convertible, then maybe!).
And best part about these shows? They are rebroadcasted so many times that I never miss one! Kids aren't in bed? No problem. They'll play that again at 11 p.m., 1 a.m., and 3 a.m. Just for people like me. Who needs Tevo?
LOVE LOVE LOVE. Beautiful honesty and hilarious humanness. I have caught up with the Kardashians more often then I care to admit, adore the mentioning of the MILF mobile and what a perfect use of Biggie's line. Well played Kelly, well played. Cheers to you my friend...
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