Guilty pleasures: Cadbury eggs and Dr. Scott the Paleontologist
Posted on March 10th, 2011
I was so zonked after the zoo, taking P to pizza, and a trip to one of my favorite stores that I was completely lost about what to write about tonight. (The best I’d come up with was a rant about how I get lost every time I go on the other side of the river.)
BUT! I asked the Internet for help, and the Internet answered me. Among the suggestions were: guilty pleasures, how M and I met, P’s pizza intake, and things I do for fun. All of these are worthy topics (and oh, God, the amount of food my kid consumes – that’s a post by itself). I was stuck on the guilty pleasures idea – mainly because I couldn’t think of any.
Completely blank. Do I have any? I asked M. M said he didn’t know. (And really, that would defeat the purpose if he knew, right?) There are lots of things I like, like music and sex and writing, but I don’t feel guilty about them, not usually. I was raised by people who wield guilt like a weapon, and I do my best to NOT feel guilty about my choices or actions. Maybe some of my handbags would count. Or my shoes. I don’t really feel guilty about those, though – it’s more like defiant.
But, after careful and lengthy (at least ten minutes) consideration, I came up with two guilty pleasures: Cadbury eggs (sigh, another favorite part of spring) and Dr. Scott Sampson.
First up: the eggs. I have zero self-control. If I buy one, I will eat one. If I buy four, P will get one and I will eat three. And I will wallow in the shame of it until the next time I’m at Safeway. Even the pug’s owner brought me a Cadbury egg after reading about how much I liked them on Facebook.
Second: I totally have a crush on Dr. Scott the Paleontologist. Yes, he’s the GUY ON DINOSAUR TRAIN. I bought his book for grown-ups, too. There. It’s out there. I don’t feel guilty, but maybe a bit of mild embarrassment. OK, A LOT. I even put a character in my novel that’s based on him (to the extent he dug up some fossils) and he nearly hijacked the romantic subplot. I know.
So. Cadbury eggs and Dr. Scott. My guilty pleasures.