Blue eyed dressed for every situation

Could we please have a moratorium on calling the things we like guilty pleasures? What we eat, what we read, what we watch, what we listen to - why can't we just say we like them? 

My name is Kat Howard and I have a serious fondness for 80s synth pop.

I mean, I get that a woman cannot live on Reeses Peanut Butter Cups alone (no matter how many times I have tried, during finals and deadlines), and maybe there is art that is somehow the functional equivalent of the Reeses. But what I don't get is why I should have to apologize for liking it. 

What I think it boils down to is image. But you know what? I'm much more impressed by the professor of Shakespeare who thinks that "Bad Romance" is a damn catchy tune than the one who insists that he doesn't listen to popular music because it simply has no artistic relevance. I'm also willing to lay money down that the former is a better and more imaginative scholar than the latter.

Because you know what? There is nothing wrong with a song that makes you want to get up and dance, or a book that guarantees you a happily ever after. It takes talent to create those things, and there's no guilt in enjoying them. Even if - maybe especially if - the rest of your life is serious business.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go perform the Safety Dance.