Stuck in my head: Suerte – Shakira

What better a song to have stuck in my head to begin my little post about guilty pleasures. To tell the truth, it’s the American version, Whenever, Wherever that I have stuck in my head. It just sounds little better if you make people think that you listen to the exotic version. But since I’m about to tell you that I’m a big fan of Gilmore Girls, I don’t think it’ll make any difference what excuses I come up with.

Yeah, what can I say? I’m a sucker for that show. In a big way. But then I’ve a long history of such indulgences. 90210, Melrose Place, Dawson’s Creek, and even Millenium (before it got good and everyone started watching it – that’s when I stopped). Now, just for the record, I no longer watch the Creek. But it’s more just from not wanting to spend that much time in front of the television than from any great moral pull to run screaming, as far as I can, in the opposite direction.

So let’s just get it all out on the table shall we? Guilty pleasures. We’ve all got ’em. Some people just have the sensimility to keep them quiet. Not me. Unfortunately though, I don’t see how the show can possibly make more than a couple of years. I hope I’m wrong, but it’s hard to not draw a comparison to Moonlighting (the the television show, not this other thing) in the sense that as soon as two of the main characters hook up (in the case of GG, it’s Lorelai and Luke) it’s bye-bye for the show. I suppose it’s possible that the writers could keep up the kind of witty dialog they’ve got going now, but the tension between those two is pretty damn good, so good sometimes that you really do want to just slap the happy crap out of them and send them to the bedroom for a little while. I do take hope, because lately their relationship hasn’t been all that key to the scripts, and I still keep coming back like the junkie I am every week.

Why is this, you ask? How can it be possible that the guy who writes stories about people who get their faces cut off, who does artwork of maggot ridden flesh, would possibly like such a flufy show as Gilmore Girls? Well, here’s the decoy answer: Lauren Graham is hot. My girlfriend, Alice, is always commenting that the jeans she wears are just awful. Well, I don’t mind seeing her wear skin-tight jeans. Nope. Not one bit. But then there’s the other answer. And I hesitate to say it, but I’m a bit of a sap. Yeah, I get all mushy at the comedic romances. Don’t tell anyone though, or it’ll destroy my bad-ass-mo-fo reputation. And we can’t have that.

It’s just that sometimes you WANT a show that can be funny, and yet still allow you to see everything that’s coming from a mile away. The fact that Rory has a boyfriend, and now shesneaking calls to the bady-boy Jess, just really rings a bell somewhere. You want to do something about it. To get involved. Well, okay, I don’t really want to get involved, that would be really close to writing a fiction piece to sand to one of the fan sites (and I don’t know why it surprised me when I saw that people did that, but they really do). And while I may indulge myself, there’s a definitely line that I daren’t cross. Lest all be lost.

Ah well, at least it’s followed up by Smallville, and I know I can actually say I watch that without being scoffed at near so much, since I know a number of other people who watch it as well. Huh, ever wonder about that figure of speach? Anumber of people. Really it should be numerous people. I mean, one is a number. So maybe I just know one person who watches it. For that matter, I know one person who watches Gilmore Girls too, so I guess I can say I know a number of people who watch that. Granted the usage of the word people does imply that there are more than one, but I guess that’s just getting picky.

It would appear I’ve resorted to rambling now, so fare-thee-well my one loyal reader. Me out.

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