Like this Christmas jumper, life is full of guilty pleasures. But why are we made to feel bad for enjoying these things? I hereby will never apology for the following again:
1- Drinking full fat coke. It seems to be an awkward secret when you open a can of that sweet sweet nectar, full of gorgeous sugar and yummy caffeine to brighten up your 2pm droop. I will gulp my full fat coke with pride.
2- Knowing everything there is about the Kardashians. So what if I know when Kourtney gave birth, the age orders of all the children (including the Jenner boys. Oh yes, I’m a fan), and vocalise on a daily basis how upset I still am about Khloe and Lamar. They are TV Royalty.
3- Getting most of my daily knowledge from The Daily Mail & Buzzfeed. I work in PR, I read papers every single day, I know what’s going on in the world. Leave me be if I want to know what Helen Flanagan wore to a D-List party, or for totally agreeing with ’21 Things only Harry Potter Fans Understand.’
4- Loving One Direction. I tried. I really did try to distance myself. But their catchy tunes and polished good looks have enticed me in. I will no longer try and be quiet when humming along to ‘Steal My Girl’, and pretend that it would be ‘totally lame’ to see them in concert…when in actuality, I did check for tickets the other day. Sold out. Sob.
5- Following on from this, I wholeheartedly admit that I fancy Harry Styles. Not even sorry.
6- Not getting the house music trend. I just don’t get it guys. I like to go to a club, dance and sing. I don’t like standing there for 5 hours nodding my head to beeps and repetitive beats. Call me old, but stick on something else would ya DJ?
7- At 21 years old, still totally buying into the Disney trend. Topshop doing Disney pants and pyjamas? Take my money, nostalgia sells folks.
8- Loving the occasional selfie. Whilst the word sends a slight shiver up my spine, I can no longer pretend I don’t love a good selfie. Not that I love myself, but lord above do I love #demfliterz.
9- Not knowing 100% when I will move out. I’m asked on a daily basis by friends/family when I think I’ll move out. On paper, it all adds up – good job, stable income…so surely I should pack my bags and go? Not so fast fellas. 21 isn’t what it used to be. I’m more of a child than I was at 11, when I probably could have moved out and got a mortgage (I was very independent). Sorry Mum & Dad, I’m here for a bit longer.
10- And finally, and definitely most importantly, there will never be an apology from me about knowing all the words to S Club 7, Steps & The Spice Girls hits. Coz karaoke audiences everywhere will thank me when I get the party started.