On the outside I look innocent and wholesome: I’m a hardworking copywriter. I’m devoted to family. I buy local, cook from scratch and recycle. I read David Foster Wallace.
But inside, I’m depraved.
I indulge in guilty pleasures.
No, I’m not cheating on my husband, shoplifting or betting on cockfights. It’s worse: It involves movie popcorn. And that’s just one of my guilty pleasures.
Likely you have your own. You know, those secret little indulgences you’d rather not admit to. Appetites that make you look lowbrow, lazy or unhip. Preferences that reveal your lack of taste, brains or will power.
I don’t know about you, but I need to fess up.
10 guilty pleasures of a New York copywriter
The following list is far from comprehensive. Email me if you want the real dirt. In the meantime, I red-facedly admit that I…
- Waste time on Twitter/Quora/Facebook. Of course social media isn’t always indulgent. On the contrary, it can be highly productive. If. If you use it with self-discipline. If you set—and keep—time limits. If you don’t let it steal from work, family and real, face-to-face social life. I’ve been guilty of all three abuses—and maybe you have too. Because social media is as addictive as heroin for freelancers and entrepreneurs. It touches on two hazards of our trade: social isolation and procrastination. Case in point: Just last week, my fellow copywriter, @TomCopy, tweeted, “I don’t want to do the next thing on my list, so maybe I need to come back on here and look at my @ messages again.” A few minutes later, his update informed us, “I even looked at my DMs. That’s some next-level procrastination right there.” I’m so with you, Tom.
- Edit copy in the bathtub. I won’t go into too much detail on this personal peccadillo. I confessed this weakness in an earlier post. Simply put, I crave the comfort of a hot bath, then rationalize my midday soak by sneaking in copy-related tasks like reading research and marking final edits.
- Drink classic cocktails made with hard liquor. Don’t get me wrong; I also enjoy politically correct, antioxidant-laden red wine. But with deadlines, work and life moving so fast, sometimes I just want to get there more quickly. “There” being a convivial alcoholic haze. Potent, ice-cold classic cocktails are the booze equivalent of an express train to oblivion. Full guilty-pleasure disclosure: I like sweet cocktails—Manhattans with extra Maraschino cherry juice or lime and liqueur-laced Mai Tais.
- Play single hit songs—over and over. I know I should expand my melodic horizons and listen to a musician’s entire oeuvre—or at least his whole album. But sometimes I just want to hear that one saccharin song. For hours on end. Some of my banal favorites include: Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show, City of Blinding Lights by U2, Jolene by The White Stripes, Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez, Dela by Johnny Clegg, Welcome Home by Radical Face, Carry On by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and Riders on the Storm—or really anything—by The Doors.
- Feast on full fat instead of “lite” food and drink. I eat triple fat cheese. I drink whole milk cappuccinos. I like full-fat yogurt. And I pour real, heavy cream into creamed soups. Sue me.
- Read fashion blogs instead of David Foster Wallace. I know, I know. I should finish Infinite Jest. It’s bookmarked at page 621. Since February. Just 458 pages to go! But (cue whining voice) I don’t wanna. After a long day of copywriting, I’d rather zone out with fashion blogs. I go to Sea of Shoes, Atlantis Home, The Sartorialist, Altamira and London Liberty Girl to see what pudgy, middle-aged copywriters will not be wearing this season. Just to set the record straight: Fashion blogs are not a guilty pleasure for Twitter pals who write fashion copy for a living. For @Angpang and @CopyCreator, gloss and glamour are all part of a day’s work.
- Hoard. One is never enough: When I like something, I need it in multiples. Because I want one in every color. Because I may lose the item and need a spare. Because my children borrow, lose and break my things. Because the goods were a bargain. Among the items I’m currently hoarding:
- Barware—by-the-dozen wine glasses, stem-less Champagne flutes and brandy snifters, on-the-rocks tumblers. Hey, they’re glass: They break and need constant replacing.
- Muji umbrellas. These handled bumbershoots come in nice muted colors. I should know: I own every color they make.
- Lamy Safari fountain pens. I started with a silver Lamy Safari pen. Then I bought the white model. My children gave me a red one for Christmas. Now I want one in canary yellow. And blue. And black. And another white one—they’re hard to find and I “need” an extra. I think you see where this is going…
- Overbuy at vintage stores: Pucci suits, 70s print cocktail frocks, glass pen rests, hand-painted metal trays, cookbooks, demitasse spoons, costume jewelry, 50s frame handbags and coats of all styles and eras—that’s me in the fake fur number, left. If it’s under $10, it’s fair game. The only trick is sneaking the haul into the house when my husband isn’t around.
- Read paper. The New Yorker. The New York Times. New York Magazine. I like New York—but that’s not the problem. Vogue. Cookbooks. Best sellers, business tomes, good and bad literature. There’s nothing wrong with the matter—it’s the media. I like real finger-smudging, inky, glossy, crinkly paper, not cold, digitalized eReaders. I know paper is not green. I know it’s a dying medium. I know it’s last century. But I still like to read paper books, magazines, newsletters, catalogs, cards and letters. Sorry.
- Sate myself with movie popcorn and Diet Coke. Everyone knows movie popcorn is disgusting. Toothsome as styrafoam, mottled yellow and squirted with butter-flavored coconut oil, it’s…gross. And I really like to buy the biggest bucket possible and eat until I feel sick. I wash down the yellow puffs with a 48-ounce cup of Diet Coke. Because it makes sense to eat 1,500 calories worth of popcorn, then “watch my weight” with a diet soda.
Got a guilty pleasure? Go ahead and get it off your chest.
Please. No one is judging. Share.
Photos:
Bathtub photo courtesy of Twodolla
Jim Morrison photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Cheese photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Record photo courtesy of Jo.Anne11
Fashion model courtesy of Cillian Storm
Popcorn photo courtesy of Steve Snodgrass
Chad Schomber says
Another great post, Lorraine!
Zingers and Diet Rock Star. There, I said it. 🙂
Twitter is my hypodermic needle for what I call, active-productive-procrastination. I might have to blog about that soon.
janine stein says
so with you on this: mine are dancing badly, talking shit to strangers and long long showers.
John Barnett says
Love the post, and I share a few of your guilty pleasures. But for me, my low would have to be Earl Grey and Dr. Demento collections. Social media is getting to be too much like work to be a guilty pleasure. 😉
Kathy Hanbury says
Those are great! I’m right with you on #1, #9, and #10. When I go to a movie, I like to skip dinner so that I can eat even more popcorn and diet coke and call that dinner. But I’m more chardonnay than cocktail, and 60’s & 70s’s soft rock than continuous replays. And my only true buying weakness is books. When I feel guilty about buying piles of fiction that I don’t have time to read, I buy work books. And yes, always paper books that I can take with me into the bath. (Libraries get really expensive when you like to gaze at a book on your bookshelf for months on end!)
Thanks for the post — it made me feel great. I only have half of the guilty pleasures that you have!
(Oh… but then there’s American Idol and Glee…and cinnamon toast on white bread… and 18% cream in my tea… Hmmm…)
Lorraine Thompson says
@Chad: Do you enjoy the Zingers and Giant Rock Star together? That combo will keep you buzzing along on late-night deadlines. But not to worry about the guilt aspects of your sugary indulgence–all will be washed away by your 40-day vow of Twitter silence.
@Janine: Thanks for fessing up. I see you and I share a thing for hot water. BTW, I love your blog tag line…
@John: Thanks for your kind words. Yes, social media can definitely be serious business. But somehow I manage to use it the old-fashioned way: for procrastination. #MeaMaximaCulpa
@Kathy: Thanks for owning up to three of my selfsame guilty pleasures. It’s lovely to have a partner in sin–even though, you’re not nearly as bad as me. Yet.
anna dewis says
Yes, social media, big distraction but for me, wandering around the garden, staring at plants, weeding and throwing snails over next door’s garden is a big guilty pleasure. Oh yeah, and I like terrorising the God Squad when they come to visit pedalling religion.
@angpang says
Thanks for the mention Lorraine!
Well, although I can legitimately look at fashion blogs as you say, I am very guilty of wandering off through the internet under the guise of ‘research’. Say I’m trying to name a new dress, and think the print looks a little Turkish… half an hour later I know heaps about the Ottoman Empire but the dress still doesn’t have a name.
And when I do decide on some options, the client goes for the name ‘Blue Velvet Dress’.
I also admit to liking highly popular music. Camp stuff like Abba and the Bee Gees. I do listen to little-known indie bands so I can look credible in conversations with strangers, but there’s nothing like Dancing Queen at full blast is there?
Tupperware, or any food storage box. I spend too long browsing them and being tempted to buy just one more because what I already have does not quite fit the bill. A boring and middle aged pre-occupation – guilty on both counts.
And as for social media at the moment I am hooked on Instagram for iPhone. I have too many photos to foist upon the world.
Angela.
Lorraine Thompson says
@Codrut: I’m sure you could put your very own spin on these guilty pleasures.
@Anna: Hmmm. Snails tossed in the next-door garden–your neighbor must be a charmer…
@Angela: I forgot about the Bee Gees–definitely. Especially the Saturday Night Fever album. Re: your Instagram addiction–I, for one, am glad of it. I love to see your vintage-ized take on art, architecture and found objects.