leave your inhibitions at the door
This is truly shameful. This week’s Guilty Pleasure came out last year and the first time I heard it I knew it was only a matter of time before it appeared on this blog. It’s so damn bright, catchy, and devoid of any kind of irony or gravity. It’s pure pop. As someone who is a huge fan of The Clash, Radiohead, and Tupac, I should be truly embarrassed. But I’m not.
My natural tendency would be to put up a front to shelter me from potential ridicule. I would say that I only pay attention to Colbie Caillat because she’s so darn beautiful and that I don’t really like the song itself. But I’d be lying.
But these Friday Guilty Pleasures posts are a safe haven. In this space, WE are all free to proclaim our love for the guiltiest of songs – no matter how vanilla, how saccharin sweet, how tacky – without fear of humiliation by our peers. There ‘s no need to keep secrets here, WE are all accepting and non-judgemental.
And by “we” I actually mean “me”. Because it seems I’m the only one coming up with Guilty Pleasures around here. (Take that as your invitation to start suggesting some of your own.)
So in the spirit of full disclosure, let me tell you how guilty this song is for me –
1. I first heard the song when I saw her perform it on Disney Channel’s “So Random”. And the kids weren’t even home.
2. It was I who bought the song online. Not the wife or kids.
3. I recently did the ultimate cheese-ball move – I was driving around in the convertible and turned it on. Whammy – I didn’t even try to use the excuse that it just came on the radio. Double-whammy – I even turned up the volume.
4. The person in the car next to me at a light saw me singing along and snickered. I didn’t care.
5. I learned how to play it on the guitar. ‘Nuff said.