This ended up being longer and heavier than I thought, and also has a lot of talk about abuse and abusers, so, uh, I promise the next newsletter will be happier. I feel guilty when I like things that I think are somehow immoral, not when I like something popular or poppy, so the term “guilty pleasure” as widely used confuses me a bit. There are the obvious immoralities: the song “Pretty Lush” by Glassjaw is great, and I love the bridge in particular (you hear the singer gasp for breath after a long run of screaming, it’s so raw), but when I looked up the lyrics I found out it was nakedly misogynistic, whence guilt. It’s tricky though, since I feel like I’m setting myself up for a hypocrisy charge. “Oh
guilty pleasures
guilty pleasures
guilty pleasures
This ended up being longer and heavier than I thought, and also has a lot of talk about abuse and abusers, so, uh, I promise the next newsletter will be happier. I feel guilty when I like things that I think are somehow immoral, not when I like something popular or poppy, so the term “guilty pleasure” as widely used confuses me a bit. There are the obvious immoralities: the song “Pretty Lush” by Glassjaw is great, and I love the bridge in particular (you hear the singer gasp for breath after a long run of screaming, it’s so raw), but when I looked up the lyrics I found out it was nakedly misogynistic, whence guilt. It’s tricky though, since I feel like I’m setting myself up for a hypocrisy charge. “Oh