John Darnielle The Believer - Interview with John Darnielle
-This goes nicely with my beliefs that the term “GUILTY PLEASURE” is crap. Don’t feel guilty about what you like…unless it’s heroin. Feel guilty about doing heroin or meth.
If you say that a Britney Spears song sucks, try and explain that to a teenage girl who heard it at the right time and place in her life. Does that make it HER guilty pleasure? nope. To her it’s just a great song she likes that people might make her feel guilty for later in life.
Working at record stores I constantly came across somebody buying a bunch of stuff saying “I know, these totally suck, right?” Do they? Then why are you buying them? Own it. Don’t care what some 19 year old kid behind the counter who only listens to Rocket From The Crypt and Weird Al let you think you are dumb. He’s the dumb one. He’s me.
Here are some things that people have labeled guilty pleasures FOR me:
Enya, The Wallflowers, NOFX, The OC, Madonna, Pizza. (these are all awesome)
If somebody says something sucks, it’s just because they don’t like it. Doesn’t mean you don’t like it or shouldn’t.
Unless it’s the band SCREWDRIVER, fuck those guys and fuck you for listening to it.
“Trying to explain to Donald Trump that beauty and art can be more important than money is like trying to explain to Donald Trump that beauty and art can be more important than money.”
Penn Jillette” —http://www.huffingtonpost.com/penn-jillette/celebrity-apprentice-blue-man-group_b_1395411.html (via neil-gaiman)
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.
The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.
“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.”
The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked.
“So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”
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