The first of the films starts with the main male protagonist arriving at a busty young lady's apartment carrying a deep pan with pepperoni. After a brief exchange of pleasantries he starts to caress her bosom like the soft skin of a peach…
Ed – What the hell is this?
Me – I’m reviewing Guilty Pleasures
Ed – What?!
Me – You said we were going to celebrate Guilty Pleasures so I have spent 217 hours studiously researching the entire box set.
Ed – What box set? What are you on about?
Me – Guilty Pleasures. The soft core erotic film set from the mid 1980’s, you told me to write about it.
Ed – GUILTY PLEASURES AS IN "STUFF YOU LIKE THAT MAY NOT BE COOL ANY MORE," NOT PORN YOU PERVERTED MORON!
Me – Oh.
Ed – AND PUT YOUR TROUSERS BACK ON, YA WEIRDO!
So, it appears that I got the wrong end of the stick and we at TheDreamCage have not sidled off in an ‘adult’ way. We are in actual fact going to spend the day celebrating those shows and films that we love but that might not be cool to admit in public. I personally hate the term ‘guilty pleasure’ because, to start with, it sounds like pornography, but I also don’t see why we should be made to feel guilty by society for what we enjoy. The only thing in life I feel guilty about is my bastardisation of the English language when I write (and that incident in Sainsbury’s with a chicken and a sink plunger). I don’t feel embarrassed by any of my pop culture loves but it seems many do. So today we are going to show you all it's okay to admit to liking things that others might laugh at you for. It's time for the stigma of bad television and movie choices to be eradicated and that starts here!
Now, I need a shower and to quickly find something that could count as a guilty pleasure to write about as it seems my research has been wasteful.
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