GUILTY PLEASURES<\/b> (oh, and as ever – please add your own in the comments.)<\/p>\n
CD I have in my car that I roll up the windows to listen to <\/b>–
\nThis question assumes that I have a car. So there’s THAT. But if I HAD a car? I think I would feel weird about BLASTING “Hit me baby one more time”, by the newly married Ms. Spears, as I cruised through a crowded section of town. But dammit, it’s a good song, and a huge guilty pleasure. I play it often.<\/p>\n
Book I read flat so no one could see the title<\/b> Crappiest song ever sung at karaoke<\/b> Article of clothing I love though I know it’s wrong –<\/b> What I order at the bar when no one is listening<\/b> Update<\/i>: This just occurred to me that this question is geared towards men, who might feel more silly than women when ordering a “peach-fizz margarita” or whatever. I would feel no shame ordering a “sour apple martini” – but I can see why a guy might. I’m not really a girlie-drink girl anyway, despite my … uhm … gender. I like boy drinks. Scotch. Beer. Whiskey. You know. Tough-guy stuff.<\/p>\n Fast food item I adore<\/b> But in my fast-food days (high school and college) I was all about McD’s Chicken McNuggets. I so rarely have McDonalds anymore, because it makes me SICK to think of what I would be putting in my body … not to mention the fact that I do, actually, always feel sick after eating McDonalds … but damn. I loved those McNuggets.<\/p>\n A TV show that is a good example of the downfall of civilization that I love anyway <\/b> GUILTY PLEASURES (oh, and as ever – please add your own in the comments.) CD I have in my car that I roll up the windows to listen to – This question assumes that I have a car. So there’s … Continue reading
\nHe’s Just Not That Into You<\/a><\/i>. The book that is sweeping the nation. Or whatever it’s doing. I mean, it’s not like I read it repeatedly<\/i>. I read it once. And it was a very funny book, by the way, and reiterates many of the conversations I have had with my friends over the years, in terms of relationships. “Uhm … maybe he’s just not interested in you?? Can we consider that option?” But the book is bright pink, and … the title … I mean. No. I’m not reading that on the subway.<\/p>\n
\nI remember singing Alanis Morrissette’s shriek-fest “You Oughta Know” to GREAT success at a dingy karaoke bar on the north side of Chicago.<\/p>\n
\nThis fishnet-type thing. I will not elaborate further.<\/p>\n
\nI literally have no idea what this one means. I drink what I want to drink, and I order it freely. Is this not the case with other people?<\/p>\n
\nFirst off: I do not eat fast food. At least not anymore.<\/p>\n
\nWell, I don’t have TV now. But let’s see. I pretty much love them all, and think the “downfall of civilization” types are big bummers. I love love E! True Hollywood Story, and could watch it all day<\/i>. I loved Survivor<\/i>. I even got into The Apprentice<\/i>. Maybe some people think soap operas are the downfall of civilization? Well, I have loved MANY a soap opera in my day. I was a General Hospital <\/i>gal in my early teens, and CRIED when my swimming lessons conflicted with the time-slot. Yes, I CRIED. (It was the advent of Blackie Parrish – ahem – JOHN STAMOS – who hooked me in, irrevocably, as a teenager.) Any more?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"