Guilty Pleasures
As always, with phenomena related to feelings everything is relative,
As always, with phenomena related to feelings everything is relative,
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Walt who enchanted the whole world with a bunch of drawings. A lot of us have grown watching Disney movies and we have to admit that they hold a special place in our hearts. I will always sing over a Disney song, I still know all the lyrics and I’m fine with it.
Guilty pleasures. Hidden desires. Forbidden sweets. Call it however you’d like, they are things we value in secret. If I would ask you what your guilty pleasure is, as far as I am concerned, it would be something you like to do alone.
Guilty pleasures. What are they really? And why do we all feel that certain pleasurable things should bring us guilt?
‘Frothy confections’ is a term that’s often heard to describe early movie musicals of the 1930s. True, if one considers them from such a perspective, that’s all they’re bound to see.
Pleasure for itself and in moderation does not, by virtue, possess a guilty quality. It is when a person starts to indulge themselves in excess that it becomes ‘guilty’. From personal observations and experiences, it seems to me that indulgence is one of the key steps which opens doors to the realm of guilt. Between all the silly and real ‘guilty pleasures’, there is one I would say for which you really should look out for – it is the guilty pleasure of guilt itself.
What weights down your consciousness? Maybe it is that time you left things to do because the coach was too comfortable. There was no way you would get out of there, so it’s best to procrastinate.
It’s a casual Saturday night. I’m putting on my best clothes: huge sweatpants and a chic, flowy floral top. I complement my look with a bold red lip and… done. Ready for the night to start. Only, tonight the party doesn’t happen in some sticky-floored club. No. Tonight we go to the theater.
Performance art. The most ephemeral type of art in which everything is questioned by the means of anything.
As Verdi lay down the quill with which he had just penned the famous notes to “Va Pensiero,” he could hardly imagine the song would still resonate with his nation over a hundred years later.