Slate published a piece last week by Tara Ariano entitled “I Hate Myself for Loving Hoarders.” (Hoarders is the American cable documentary show about the peculiar mental illness that causes people to collect literally unhealthy amounts of clutter.) It’s an interesting concept, and very different, it seems to me, than the notion of a “guilty pleasure,” which involves loving something that other people might not feel so positively toward. Hating oneself for enjoying something involves a more complicated reaction — can we even say it’s about “enjoying” at all?
Is there a movie or a TV show that you hate yourself for loving? Is this different from a guilty pleasure, or not at all?
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