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52Blogs: CAEK and other guilty pleasures

Have you ever been at a party and heard someone refer to cake as a guilty pleasure? It's usually said by someone who is trying desperately to justify their consumption of sugary goodness to others and, more importantly, themselves. It's also usually said with a nervous giggle and a hope that maybe no one really noticed that I was having my second piece anyway.

Of course it's not only said about cake, but about various things that people want to enjoy but feel, for some reason or another, they shouldn't be enjoying. I don't really understand it myself. If I feel like eating a piece of cake I'm going to eat a goddamn piece of cake and none of your judging or sly, disapproving glances and whispered remarks about my waist line are going to stop me. On a whole though the human race seems quite preoccupied with justifying ourselves to people who we usually don't even like. The phrase "guilty pleasure" is in itself a strange concept. If something provides you with pleasure, why should you feel guilty about it? And if something is making you feel guilty it really can't be that pleasurable an experience, can it?

So here is my challenge to you (and myself) for this year; if you want to do something and it gives you pleasure and doesn't hurt anyone else, then DO IT! Let go of the guilt and enjoy every last morsel of pleasure. Whose expectations are you trying to live up to anyway? Yours are the only one's that count. If you're trying to justify something to yourself by calling it a guilty pleasure perhaps take a look at what's really going on and work out if you're just lying to yourself with clever language.

So in short, be honest, have pleasure, eat CAEK and lets make sure 2013 is full of awesome!
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  1. Unknown7 January 2013 at 00:08

    I think the common concept of 'guilty pleasures' is a bit ridiculous to be honest.

    Having a piece of cake every so often highlights how low people's expectation for both guilt and pleasure is.

    I eat cake, chocolate all the time. I even had ice cream today, despite the whole lactose intolerance thing.
    Whilst it was pleasurable, I certainly don't feel guilty about it - it was a hot day and I wanted ice cream dammit!!!! :-D

    My waistline, and the affects of today's ice cream on said waistline, is my business, not the Judgey McJudgeyson's of the world. /rant

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    1. tif7 January 2013 at 11:54

      Exactly V! People are so silly sometimes!

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