The other day Mike accused me of having rather unsophisticated taste when it comes to chocolate.  He doesn’t understand how I can love both imported British Dairy Milk (which, as far as I’m concerned, is the chocolate to which all other chocolates should aspire to be) and the foil-wrapped Easter eggs you can get in the bulk section at the grocery store (which our dog apparently also likes, but that’s another, more disgusting story).  I’ve also been accused of being too forthcoming about things I love that by all rights I should be ashamed of.  These things include (but are not limited to) the following: 

  • Nicolas Cage (especially when he sets out to save the world armed only with his hairplugs and his sense of adventure)
  • New Kids on the Block
  • Tea from Tim Horton’s (which I will also admit to microwaving on occasion when I have allowed it to get too cold)
  • Bad teen dramas that are usually only on for one or two seasons (Falcon Beach & Hidden Palms are two that come to mind)
  • Billy Joel
  • Fake nacho cheese
  • Chocolate cake made from a mix & topped with icing from a tub
  • Animated movies geared toward children (especially ones involving penguins or aliens who end up in Hawaii)
  • Christmas music by Clay Aiken
  • Hats that look like sock animals

Anyone else?  Surely you have something you love that is completely ghetto, incredibly embarrassing, and yet invigorating and/or addictive that you’d like to share with the group.  Getting your secret shames off your chest is incredibly cathartic (or, you know, I assume it is for people that keep these things a secret in the first place).