I have to admit to turning up my nose at People magazine readers. Those I know who read it look forward to their weekly issue with excitement. They love being in the know about things that no one really needs to know about. I've wondered why an otherwise intelligent person would care.
But if someone is reading it on an airplane, I peek over their shoulder to catch a glimpse of who A-List Celebrity is dating this week. I haven't been reduced to reading it in the checkout line (I must keep up appearances, you know), but if I see a curiosity-inducing headline, I've been known to call my sister-in-law to find out the scoop.
When I got an offer in the mail to receive Entertainment Weekly for only $10--for the whole year--I couldn't refuse. Since I have started reviewing most of the DVDs on 5 Minutes for Mom, I justified it for journalistic reasons (and in fact, I'm sure that I received the offer from one of the PR firms with whom I've worked).
Three weeks into my subscription, I am breathlessly awaiting each issue as it arrives in my mailbox. Go figure.
Terry and I have watched the past 24 seasons on DVD. We started after the first 2 seasons, but had no desire to catch up so that we could watch the new season live. Terry rightly observed that it was too stressful to watch it for 24 straight weeks. He didn't think that his heart could handle the stress of the excitement and cliffhangers week after week after week.
We had been on a long hiatus (for the health of our hearts), but we decided that this summer was a good time to tackle season 6, so we reinstated our Netflix account for this purpose (busy weekends and our new love of Redbox had caused our mailed movies not to be watched in a timely fashion, so we canceled our account and saved the monthly fee). Last weekend, we zipped through all 4 episodes on the first disc. We just watched two more last night on disc 2.
&**&**&**&**&**Speaking of unhealthy addictions--I've recently discovered Doritos Spicy Sweet Chili chips in the purple bag. They are quite delicious.
What's your guilty pleasure?