I came across Chris Brogan’s blog post, 100 Blog Topics I Hope You Write, and #40 10 guilty pleasures seemed the most apropos especially given my previous entry about dating craigslist.

Let’s do this Dave Letterman style (even though I prefer Jay Leno) and count down from #10 to #1.

#10 Name dropping – I don’t do it often and I’m very selective it about it, but I L.O.V.E. telling people that I went to UCLA. It makes me feel good all over when they are subsequently impressed and sometimes embarrassed because they had assumed that dirty blond (hair) meant dumb chick.

#9 Karaoke at the F word – For me, karaoke is by no means a guilty pleasure; it’s just a pleasure. I’ve fully embraced my passion for karaoke and thoroughly enjoy my karaoke fabulosity (thank you Kimora for the new word). What is a little hard to admit though is that my karaoke partner in crime, Angie, and I really loved to frequent a Marine bar in San Diego called Filling Station. (Pause) I’m reflecting at this very moment if disclosing this secret is really something I’m okay with. There are so many things wrong this revelation. I’m admitting to going to a Marine bar (which means bad decor, bad lighting, bad behavior etc) and I’m admitting to enjoying it. I’m sure Angie’s take is pretty similar, but there’s something to be said for being worshiped by men that you have absolutely no interest in. There’s so little pressure and so much pleasure. Plus it’s pure fun and frivolity, and HOLY COW THE PEOPLE WATCHING IS PHENOMENAL!

#8 Craigslist Personals (M4W) – I think I said it best when I said, “If I’m in the mood for pure comedy I can’t avoid the guilty pleasure of the personals “men seeking women” section. Let me just say that 98% of the time I completely avoid “casual encounters” and “miscellaneous romance” because some of those posts are just…well…it’s truly amazing what people will put out there when given the tools to do so.”

#7 Bad TV a la The Hills & I Love New York (1 & 2) – Oh Lauren, why I care about your life and the sex tape rumors is beyond me, but I DVR your show and seem to care when you kiss Brody and butt into your friends’ love lives. And as for you, Tiffany/Miss New York, you are the very definition of a guilty pleasure. Good luck with your midget!

#6 Self-appreciation – I appreciate me. It’s true. I especially appreciate my sense of humor and my writing. It feels a little narcissistic and self-indulgent but I really love to read to my previous blog entries and laugh at my own jokes.

#5 Scandalous Skype conversations – Why is it so fun to be just a little naughty on skype? The subtle suggestiveness of some of my conversations results in perhaps some of my best writing, and probably my most well-received sentences. It’s random and rare but oh so thrilling.

#4 Late night texting – A few drinks and a little unabashed freshness equates to flirty and borderline inappropriate texting between the hours of 10pm and 3am. Hopefully you won’t be my next victim (because odds are I won’t recall the exchange in the morning).

#3 My MySpace Blog – It’s raunchy, it’s raw, it’s really me. Everything that I have to censor here is completely uncensored on MySpace (hence the recent switch from public to private). Why do I feel this is a guilty pleasure? Well for one I’m like the only schmuck who does the community thing for a living and isn’t on Facebook. So guilty! Probably more guilt inducing is actually knowing how wicked (I’m becoming a New Englander no doubt) honest I am. I’ve disclosed so much about my sex life, dating habits, and general life observations that sometimes I gasp when I reread previous entries. Did you know that I wrote an entry titled “Jerks” that basically ripped on four guys who I was dating/avoiding at the time? I think two of these guys actually read that blog too. Yikes!

#2 Craigslist Missed Connections – read this entry and you’ll get it. Single girls with laptops need a little cyber-romance too.

#1 Gimme More (by Britney Spears) – Oh lordy I said it. Only two people in the whole word know about this guilty pleasure. I hate that I like the song because it’s so embarrassing to admit to enjoying something that is even remotely associated with Britney. I rationalize with myself and the conversation goes as follows:

The Voice In My Head: All she did was sing it.

Jenn: Don’t you remember all the breakdowns and crazy photo shoots? How can you support her?

The Voice in My Head: She didn’t write it. She didn’t mix it. All she did was sing it and that means that I can dance to it and revel in the moment without technically supporting her.

Jenn: Okay. Dance away, just don’t sing along.

So Angie I think you should tackle this one #43 My Day Job Versus My Passion.

And Jake I’m assigning you #8 Ways to Save a Bad Time at a Conference.

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