Pretty much everyone has some secret, well-guarded, “guilty pleasure”. Certain activities, for whatever reason, are embarrassing to ‘fess up to.…

Pretty much everyone has some secret, well-guarded, “guilty pleasure”. Certain activities, for whatever reason, are embarrassing to ‘fess up to. For some, it’s video games. For others, it’s the Twilight books. For a few, it’s even boy bands. For me, though, it’s The Real Housewives of New York City. I have seen every episode of every season, and I could tell you about every character in great detail, to the extent that you would either feel great sorrow or envy at my wealth of knowledge. Probably just sorrow, though. While I’ve undoubtedly wasted 50 or more hours watching bickering middle aged women, I don’t necessarily regret it. Sometimes, it’s nice to passively enjoy something without needing to think too hard. It’s like food: as long as you eat a fair amount of cruciferous vegetables, you should feel free to indulge in a Twinkie every so often.

– Will