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Weddings, Reunions, Dental vists, and SHAKE UPS!

So you may have noticed someone has been missing a lot lately. You may have even noticed when he goes missing he doesn’t always explain why. Well…yeah no real explanation, sorry for that.


In other news I have been gone meeting old friends, getting massive dental work, and being best man in a wedding. Shout out to Superfans Chris and Ania Moncrief(aka Superman and Lois Lane) who celebrated their love in the classiest of weddings this past weekend.


You crashed both the wrong and the right wedding.

You crashed both the wrong and the right wedding.

But that Shakeup word is here again for good reason. 


Things are about to get interesting. Not only has WDDIJ been dealing with the …well Hilarious nature of advertising negotiations, but as you may have noticed we’ve lost a few authors. These things are not points to worry over. Trust me. In fact, the very way you view WDDIJ is about to change for the better.


In a short explanation, we’re doing an overhaul.


Because at 5500 views, we are little less than halfway to the year two viewership goal, and its only been 3 months.

In short, I’ve been short sighted.


To remedy that, I had to get to work.

And believe you me, the work is paying off.

Launching this fall is our interview series “Imperial Dreams”

Launching sooner rather than later this summer is a new format to the website

And Look for some shake ups in the staff as well.

Nothing drastic folks, but we want you to have a great experience.

And we want you to come to us for more of your daily content.

SO we need to be a place you want to come to.

And since I’ve been slacking on that. It is time to pick up the pace.

Of course I could tell you so much more, but as you know…


– THE Ruthless Wonder

Notes From Your Favorite Super Villain: You are not a unique snowflake…and neither is your kid.



I normally don’t break from my planned post. Today’s post was going to be a lead in to next week’s WDDIJ podcast and some reaction to the feedback from my first Wrath of Ruthless podcast. Instead I’m going to address something that I predict now will end with Your Favorite Super Villain receiving hate emails from parents starting with “You don’t know anything because you don’t have kids.” To those people who are sending them, you suck at parenting, because I real parent would understand everything I’m about to say. So let’s get into it.

Your kid is a bully because you suck at parenting.

This all started because in my office we were talking about bullying, cyber bullying and general bully culture. And that’s when I went on a bit of a tirade about the creation of a bully. The reality is kids do not become bullies apropos of nothing. And the modern bully first culture is a development of the same problems exacerbated by technological advancement. Children have no responsibility. And in modern civilization(We’ll talk society vs. Civilization another day), we have decided that permissiveness is better than the mere possibility of stifling potential. The pendulum has swung far in the opposite direction of previous generations. Kids used to rebel because their parents would not allow certain activities. Now they don’t rebel they demand. More tech, better clothes, specialized diets, and the like used to be just general complaints of any kid, now they are the teenaged(and much younger) rallying cry.

But permissiveness has become telling kids over and over how special they are. The belief that if you just tell your kid they are awesome enough times that their self esteem and personal drive will lead them to dizzying heights of achievements among their peer group and the world at large. But this is so wrong it is almost criminal. You are not teaching them to socialize, you are teaching them that they are above reproach, and because children have no concept of social cues or responsibility they bring this mentality along when with other children. But lets go a bit deeper, because this isn’t the only piece.

When you participate in the glorification and then destruction of everything from celebrities to political figures to athletes you teach your children who have no other frame of reference that this is not to be done to each other that it is okay. Let’s use Tiger Woods cause he’s easy to understand. When you take vocal shots at Tiger and his actions you often aren’t explaining that your problem is his infidelity, not his performance prior to it. SO to a kid who hasn’t had the years of understanding the nuanced relationship between personal and professional lives, it seems like it is okay to take on someone who has achieved some separation between themselves and the rest of society. Essentially, that you can be justified in tearing down anyone. And that the higher their profile the more okay it is.

Well what do you think a kid is going to do when they see someone else has an achievement? What about when their peer group clearly sees the other kid has gotten separation between themselves and your kid and the rest? Exactly. You’ve just built a bully. And it doesn’t matter whether the kid is a physical take your lunch money bully, or an internet troll, or one of those annoying 12 year olds who plays online and doesn’t understand how offensive screaming they are going to rape your mom, calling you a faggot, or calling you a nigger really is.

But the inverse is also true. Because a well adjusted kid can both avoid bullying, and avoid being a bully themselves. But that requires you to stop believing you are a special unique snowflake as well. That requires you to know more than just the basics about your child’s school and general socialization environment. That requires you stop being entitled, and annoying, and generally unaware that you are building the kind of monster even we of the Super Villain community dislike. You who do nothing when your 4 year old is being an annoying brat in line…well EVERYWHERE, when they are kicking the seat in front of them on the plane. When they won’t shut up because you brought them to a rated R movie at 9pm on a Friday(I choose to believe God has a special punishment for every single one of you people). And any excuse you have will be met with…then don’t bring your kid there, or do that at another time, or you made the choice so do your DAMN JOB. Yes I just blamed the last 2 decades of internet trolls and bullies on you parents. And do you know why? Because if an adult is being an asshole and gets into a fight over it, it is their fault. BUT, if they’ve always been offending folks for the sake of offense, and now use the internet’s anonymity for it? Well that’s a nurture problem. And that is your fault. Tyler Durden was right, you are not a unique snowflake. You’re an idiot and should never have been allowed to breed in the first place. Since you have, fix your problem, or stop burdening the rest of us.

– THE Ruthless Wonder aka “Lex Luthor”

Entertainment and You

Entertainment and You

Is entertainment a form of control used to keep us dumb? First let me say ‘get that tone out of your voice’. This is not a conspiracy theory that I’m stating here, though really i could see how it would all tie into the evil plot used by those shadow organizations to keep the masses in line. No what i’m suggesting is something simpler, but the meaning carries the same weight, if not heavier. Take a list of your favorite TV shows, the ones that you watch faithfully. The ones that you record, watch on NETFLIX, HULU and random streams all across the net. Now add up the ‘time’. You’d be surprised how much of your ‘time’ (if your like some people i know) is being wasted on programs that hold absolutely no real significant meaning in your life.

Everyday i boot up a game and play it for a couple of hours. None of these games have taught me much of anything. The argument for hand eye coordination might be valid, but there have to be more physically demanding ways to improve such a thing without slouching on a couch yelling at  people over a tiny microphone. But still i do it. Still i sit and play my games, marveling at the story, the graphics and maybe even the gameplay when i find something interesting enough. But that does not change my opinion of this subject, out entertainment comes at a heavier price than money.

Perhaps i am being too harsh on such things, maybe just a little too tightly wound for my own good so I’ll elaborate my opinion.

Bioshock. Now there was a game worth its salt. The story was solid, the gameplay had a small but potent twist on first person shooters and the world was vibrant enough to such you in with wonderfully dark character themes. I would dare say that out of all the games i can remember playing; Bioshock was by far one of the best when it came to story….well at least with FPS types. But what did i get out of the disc? Have i gained any knowledge that would benefit me? I didn’t burn enough calories to warrant sitting on my but for a good six hours. I didn’t earn any sort of real achievements  (XBOX Achievements don’t count). The sense of accomplishment was minimal, it wasn’t like i did something that made me better than before, nor was it a task rumored to be impossible. Infact, the whole point of playing the game, of making the game, is so that you can hear/experience the story. Failure in that regard will never be the end result unless you simply give up. Could you imagine the game with no checkpoints, no do overs, and no redemption feature? The chances of success would be so small that only a few would reach the goal, and that my friend would not do for the companies.

So here are the pros of playing and beating Bioshock, at least the pros that carry over into the real world. You witnessed a stimulating story that sparked a small part of your creativity, and now have been introduced into a concept you might not have ever thought possible before. Pro, you’re problem solving skills are still sharp. Nothing else matters. Not the difficulty (unless it effects the ending in a drastic way), not the completion rate(again unless it effects the story), and definitely not the in game achievements. So with three pros we naturally move onto the cons.

Now i can’t say that these cons are the same for everyone, that truly depends on you (just like the pros i suppose) but this is based off of me, so I’ll just use my own list. Con, i just gained excess fat from not burning the calories necessary for the food and drink I’ve consumed. Con, my eyes are just that much more stressed from staring into a screen for a prolonged period of time. Con, i gained no relevant knowledge that will serve me well in my day to day situations. Con, i believe that I’ve simply wasted what is perceived as time.

There could be more cons, and arguably more pros, but i don’t believe the pros will ever outweigh the cons. Sometimes, i understand, entertainment is needed in order to deal with the stress of life. Perhaps the true enemy here is over indulgence, a trait it seems most Americans share. If we limited the time we took to play around in our hobbies or stress reducers we could more than likely live with a better sense of balance. Like all things it seems, balance is the key to true happiness. Take some time and think about it, yea?

Motivation versus Inspiration


The above video has nothing to do with today’s post, I just felt like posting it. Hopefully after that verse he dropped Jay Rock is ready to drop another LP finally.

Also before I get going I want to take a moment and let you know the first post from the new 3rd R, Rufus, is coming THIS THURSDAY! So be on the look out for it. I dare say we have the Superhero to balance out my Supervillainry. A Silver Surfer for my Thanos. An Ollie Queen for my Lex Luthor. Holy hyperbole Batman! Exactly. Come read more by this guy. He’s great. He’s an awesome addition, and with the circle complete be on the lookout for a 3R segment coming soon. Now onto my post.

Motivation versus Inspiration

I think a lot can be said for motivation over inspiration.  Despite a lot of people’s thoughts to the contrary I feel the two are vastly different. Personally I’ve long since stopped trying to write via inspiration. I would even go so far as to say that none of my poems are inspirational after a certain point in my writing career. I don’t dig on or off of inspiration anymore. As I was once told, “For poets, inspiration is for suckers.” At the time that seemed like a harsh critique of our art. It seemed cold. Almost robotic. And I never dreamed of this thing I do with lines and stanzas becoming like that. But that was an emotional response. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I saw the underlying bit that makes that line genius. Inspiration is a passive state of mind that occurs during a point of stagnation. I don’t say inertia for a very specific, science reason. You are usually not doing something and then “inspired” to do so. But writers need to keep writing because otherwise our “muscles” atrophy and we lose skill, or become boring, or just fall off entirely.

This is far different from motivation. Motivation spurs us on to doing something like inspiration yes, but usually we are not at rest. We are dealing with inertia. Constantly going one direction with no external force to cause us to change direction. Motivation is the change in direction. For my writing this was something amazing. I found a creativity I didn’t have before. I stopped waiting on the inspiration to write and just wrote. There is a very marked difference from the works I made before that day and the ones after. Maturity as a person is part of it. Life experience is part of it. But I owe a lot to the idea of motivation being my guide instead of inspiration. The same goes for my non-poetry related writing. Characters are easier to create when you aren’t trying to pull from somewhere out in the ether the moment you need to create them.

And that brings us to everyday life. How often are you subjecting yourself to the whims of inspiration instead of having motivation? Waiting for that one special someone to walk into your favorite coffee shop, bar, club, church, job, supermarket, produce stand, beach,  doctor’s office, best buy, whatever instead of getting motivated to do the things you know make you more noticeable in a good way? I know I have fallen victim to that. How often is there something you are waiting on to happen to be your “sign” to quit that job you hate and start doing the thing you love? I’m not telling you to quit what pays  the bills, but I am saying get motivated to start researching, and investigating the things you need to do what you want, and start doing the ancillary things that should lead up to you leaving that job for a new career doing what you want.

That in the end is the difference between Motivation and Inspiration. Inspiration is so fleeting, so fragile, so impossibly flighty and flaky, not to mention beyond our control, that we do ourselves a disservice by waiting on it. Inspiration can come, and when it does it can help make decisions clear and ideas crystallize. But to wait on it is to lose out on the dreams you have for yourself. To wait is to be stagnate. Stagnation not sleep is the true cousin of death. where you are nothing because you do nothing. Ah but motivation, motivation leads to momentum. Momentum leads to accomplishment. And as you continue to accomplish, you continue to build that personal empire I talked about a while back. Imperial Dreams become motivation when you wake up and start moving. The fuel to press you ever forward towards your goals.

But what do you think? How do you feel about motivation and inspiration? Leave a comment. Like. Share. email me at anything you don’t want here, or questions you might have including topics you want to hear any of us at WDDIJ handle. Be sure to check out the column by our newest on Thursday. We should see a new piece from The Ronin tomorrow. And for now I’m going to get back to other matters I can’t discuss because Words Don’t Do It Justice!

– The Ruthless Wonder

Flatlines, Fun times, and The Rebirth of Cool

Really quick, I want to say our thoughts and prayers go out to all of those affected by the severe storms and tornadoes that have ravaged the midwest. Specifically Oklahoma recently, and especially those who have lost friends and loved ones. Words Don’t Do It Justice is just a blog, but our hearts go out to you.

So I was away for a bit there. A long bit. I’d tell you we had a ton of traffic while I was out, but that’s a lie. Basically, I’ve been moving and unloading and starting up the study time for the bar. But I’m not alone around here at WDDIJ and Ronin and our guest bloggers have really been picking it up while I’ve focused on the chaotic bits of leaving Orlando and Graduation. Thanks for all the well wishes, and requests that I do not leave Orangeland. I wanted to address those before I get into a topic today. I know I know you miss my actual topics. Well I’m back to them after I stop this stalling of an introduction. Yeah, yeah, get on with it.

So why is the rebirth of cool in the title here? That’s the point today. I was writing a post that I decided not to publish on Chris Brown’s Fine China and its impact on R&B culture as both a song and video and Justin Timberlake’s Suit & Tie came on in that beer commercial. Oddly enough that was followed by the folks at What The Flick doing the review of The Great Gatsby. And some other less important things followed. But what was staring me in the face was the idea that we just might be coming into the return of classic cool.

Here’s what I mean. For whatever you think about hipsters they, like folks like myself have an unnatural love of the fedora. It may be the one thing they don’t annoy me with. Mad Men is still somehow going strong in its 6th season. Add that to the above mentioned stuff, as well as flicks like trance and hell why not toss in THE Ruthless Wonder’s return to KC to add to the mix and you have the rumblings of the more adult cool kids like me grew up seeing.

Now I’m not saying everyone is about to start sounding like we are extras in Casablanca and the Maltese Falcon. Pump ya breaks youngin. I’m saying there seems to be a backlash against the more juvenile swag, in favor of cool. These two things are not the same. Swag does shots of Ciroc while Cool has Bourbon. But that is no reason to hate Swag for being what it is. No, instead I’m saying it seems acceptable to be publicly cool again.

You just couldn’t be reserved, calm, fashionable yet not exactly trendy a while back. Heck not even recently to a certain point. Think about your wardrobe. Think about where you dine out. Think about your own mentality. For a while if you were between 18 and 40 and wanted to go out at all you were Turnt up/wavy/faded/whatever you like. It was the minority of people doing upscale evenings in classy fashion. Professional or not, all races, both genders, and anyone who might possibly be young enough to get in a club. It was pounding music, pounding drinks, and what have you.

And I hate to say this but we owe the ability to separate when we get that wild versus when we want to just kick back chill and look awesome to the oft maligned Bobby Bottle Service.  BBS made it possibly for you to look distinctly cool by getting over priced bottles(seriously I paid 200 for a Ciroc bottle that we all know is under 25 at a liquor store, but F it. GRADUATION!) and having a place to sit and look important. And while many a douchebag gym rat/”promoter”/”rapper”/”local celebrity”/dude tricking off to impress some woman out of his league/guys trying to live the dream above their means/…recent Law graduates have clearly embraced it making any place to stand and chill or sit and chill for a moment at a club cost some kind of premium, they have made it cool to not pack the dance floor so hard whether you can dance or not, that dancing equates to bump, “sorry man,” grind chick, slightly move arms, bump, “sorry man,” hand in air, bump, “sorry man” on repeat.

You can in fact call ahead most places buy a couple of bottles(shouts to the friends who don’t make me pay full price), have a table reserved, and then walk in through the velvet rope look cool and chill the whole night. maybe dance a bit and sing a long. Invite that Blonde Bombshell or Caramel Cutie over to your table to join you and the fellas with her friends and let’s face it. That’s cool. It was cool when you could do that in the 80’s, it was cool in the 70’s it was cool really at all points but it was such a minority of the party going public that did/could do it. Now I’m going to save the molly popping and raving and the European vacation stuff for another post but public Cool is back. Because I dare you to try to do that in a t-shirt and shorts with some J’s on. In any city, in any state. Yeah, thought so. Bobby Bottle Service has helped force us all to bring back a much more cool sense of style. And musically…let me save that for another day.

I’m just happy about it folks. And my JD. And coming back to the Almighty 816, but still got love for the 913. This may be the last happy post for a bit from your favorite super villain. But no more WDDIJ flatlines. I promise. Stay tuned for big news from us as well. And yes I will keep blogging through bar prep. This is my break time from studying.

– THE Ruthless Wonder

The 4th R: Words Are Bad, Mmkay?

So first I want to say you can add one more name to the list. Feel free to call me Dr. Ruthless Wonder. That’s right I’m now a law school graduate. That’s right I’m rocking the JD now. Only the bar remains people. Anyway enough about THE Ruthless Wonder. Today is not about any of the 3 R’s. Today is about the 4th R. This 4 R goes by the name Rebecca Dimond. So yeah the 4th R is another actual R. Don’t get used to that. Her current project is “The Women of Broderick”. It’s about a guy who is going through the act of self-discovery by listing every woman he’s ever slept with or wronged. Today’s piece by her is pretty awesome honestly. Ronin and I will be back later on this week. For now, enjoy, comment, and like and share.

– RW

Words Are bad Mmkay?

I have always taken issue with the long-established, socially accepted concept that there are certain words that must be considered “bad”. As a human being, I find the notion laughable. As a writer, I find that it borders on offensive.

Most will agree that writing is an art form, a craft, even if the finished work does not appear on a canvas or if its pages are filled with letters rather than musical notes. But we do not tell the painter that he must only use certain hues so as not to exclude the color-blind, nor would we ask a composer to omit crescendos out of respect for those who do not care for loud music. To do so would alter, obscure, perhaps even destroy the message and purpose of their work and would fail in its goal of evoking a specific emotion from the audience.

Contrastively, a writer can be criticized for his use of “vulgar” language or graphic imagery and if their work is adapted for the screen, most often it has been changed in to something nearly unrecognizable in an effort to make it more marketable.

We do not shield our youth from Renaissance art, which often depicts the nude form. Yet we are banning classic literature from schools because there are parents who would rather their children not be exposed to some of the greatest stories in existence – simply because the occasional “dirty” word appears here and there. But are these not the same parents allowing them to watch TV and movies with gratuitous sexual conduct and to play video games which allow them to partake in committing acts of unspeakable violence? It’s okay to role play fucking a hooker, killing her, and then taking your money off of her fresh corpse…it’s just not okay to read about.

But I’ll move away from the imbalance between artistic mediums as far as standards of decency to which they are subjected. When it comes to art, all of it is vulnerable to judgment based on the critic’s own subjective interpretation, which in turn is influenced by the character and life experience of the critic himself. We don’t analyze art using a checklist or a formula even though we may recognize a specific method the artist has used to trigger a certain response or project a certain appearance. In the end it is about how it makes us feel. We are all different, and human beings can not be broken down in to a checklist.

Perhaps this is why words are such an easy target. If we are not painters, we do not paint; if we can not read music, we do not play the piano. The paintbrush and the musical instrument are tools we may choose to master or avoid. This is not true with words, because while we may not all be writers we all use words. We are exposed to them on a daily basis. It is easy to ignore a song you dislike playing in the background at the doctor’s office or to disregard a hideous painting hanging in a hotel lobby. Words, on the other hand, are inescapable and one does not need to be a master of language to use them. Could it be that the sheer abundance of words and the frequency of situations in which they play a role have established the probability that some will be deemed offensive?

Yes and no. Certainly probability would have an impact, but what it ultimately comes down to is etymology and the inherent vulnerability of definition, the ease with which we can transform a word’s accepted usage from proper to slang to derogatory. Words have the beautiful characteristic of being malleable and yet it is this very characteristic that so often banishes them to the realm of the risque.

Take the word ‘cunt’, which is widely acknowledged as being the most offensive thing one can utter, particularly when it is directed at a woman. In its earliest form, which dates back to ancient Egypt, it was a harmless word that translated to ‘woman.’ But even in its present form, the word ‘cunt’ did not always bear the burden of repugnance; Anglo-Saxons used it as a common word for female genitalia and it appeared frequently in the works of history’s most celebrated writers, including Chaucer. Although it is impossible to pinpoint a specific moment in time that ‘cunt’ was doomed to be taboo, most linguists agree that, because the word ‘cunt’ sounds so powerful, a patriarchal society driven by fear of female strength and sexual desire is responsible for its transition from “good” to “bad”.

Then there is the issue of context, which produces vast amounts of hypocrisy in censorship. In Katy Perry’s song “Last Friday Night”, the focus is essentially getting so trashed that she can’t remember what she did that night. There is also a line in which she sings ‘then had a menage a tois’. I have heard this song countless times but not once have I ever heard the phrase ‘menage a tois’ censored.

In contrast, I can think of numerous songs in which the artist sings about smoking weed or getting high – the words ‘weed’ and ‘high’ are nearly always edited out. This seems to imply that we are more comfortable allowing our youth to hear about sexual promiscuity and excessive drinking than smoking a bowl. Granted, possession and sale of marijuana is illegal – but so is underage drinking, and it’s probably safe to assume that most of Perry’s fans are under the legal drinking age.

Perception. It boils down to perception, doesn’t it? What is appalling to some is not necessarily appalling to others; there are people who do not make swear words part of their every day speech, but not all of them will claim that they are offended when they hear them. Many of us have changed the channel when we come across a movie like “The Godfather” that has been edited for TV – it’s just not the same, it’s not believable, for a violent mobster not to swear. And who hasn’t rolled their eyes when they hear insipid replacement phrases like ‘what the fudge’ or ‘gosh darn it’? With so many contradictions and exceptions to the rules, the stigma of bad words should not be prevalent as it is.

As a parent, I reject the unspoken requirement that I teach my children words like ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ are bad. And – prepare to grab your torches, folks – I don’t refrain from swearing around them either (I don’t swear at them of course). Instead I have explained to them that some of the words I use, they are not allowed to say, and this is mostly because I don’t care to deal with the backlash from school administrators and other parents. But I do not tell them it’s because they are bad words. I tell them that they are grown up words, they are words that only adults may use should they choose to do so. I have never, not once, had to discipline them for uttering a bad word.

Of course, there are some words that I teach them are bad and that they should not say. And they are: fat, stupid, ugly, hate, and can’t.

As far as I’m concerned, if my children find themselves in a situation where they must be verbally scathing to someone they dislike, I’d much rather they tell them to go fuck themselves than to tell them they’re fat.

Not quite guilty a pleasure


So Thursday is a big post, as in I’ve been doing some fairly heavy for the average blogger research just to make sure I handle this right. Since I’m doing that big post and Ronin and Roddi aren’t quite ready to post yet I’m going to start on this subject and see where it goes. I was talking with woman I go to law school with who was talking about shows that were her guilty pleasures. You might think that her shows were something like Love and Hip Hop, basketball wives, mob wives, and whatever shows on E besides The soup and Chelsea Lately. But that wasn’t the case.

No, her guilty pleasures were of all things Elementary(aka American Sherlock), Girls on HBO, and Shahs of Sunset. Now I won’t bag on her for the last one, in writing this I googled the show, I am glad to say I’ve never watched it, my man card would have to be handed in. Girls though for all I hear from guys forced to watch it with their girlfriends, and some guys trying to hipster masculinity is a good show. Its comedy seems to thrive on awkwardness, but I wasn’t angry for the 20 minutes of it I endured to catch a Real Time with Bill Maher ep I missed.

No the big surprise of course is Elementary. Yes I realize it stars Jonny Lee Miller who I’ve barely paid any attention to since hackers except for when he lost out to Daniel Craig to play the next Bond. Yes I know they made Watson female and Lucy Liu. Yes I know it is on CBS. That doesn’t make it a guilty pleasure though. This is a famed detective we are talking about. It isn’t like they made Holmes an alien solving crimes in Atlantis with a bunch of psychedelic colors and ABBA blaring in the background as a soundtrack(I already own that idea people). This is modern crime drama using classic formula, and well known characters. I was a bit dumbfounded. But this shouldn’t have been a surprise for me either. And I’ll tell you why after this list of shows.

Battlestar Galactica

Top Gear

Burn Notice



A Different World

Law & Order Criminal Intent

The Dead Zone

The Daily Show


Warehouse 13

Mad Men

Walking Dead

The Simpsons

Family Guy

Bob’s Burgers

NCIS Los Angeles

Now I’m sure you’re wondering what in the world the list was for. This Is not a list of shows you need to watch to understand this blog. Though I wouldn’t mind compiling that sometime. It could get interesting. No, this is the list of shows I have at one point or another in the last 5 or 6 years that someone has called their guilty pleasure(other than the person at the beginning of course).  Notice something else about those shows? Yeah you do. You probably already have picked 2, 3 or even more shows you watch in that list. And you don’t consider them a guilty anything. They just are your show right? Yeah I was there with you whenever someone said that.

This conversation led me to the idea that words and phrases really don’t mean what they used to. Now some cynical prick would blame media, the internet, the coarseness of our language, the Illuminati, G.W. Bush maybe, for all of this. I’m not that guy. I just think the idea of what is and is not a “guilty pleasure” like a few other seemingly common phrases are so subjective that they don’t work in objective conversations. Here’s what I mean. If I somehow slipped fell cracked my head open and wound up in the hospital unable to change the channel away from Property Virgins or Extreme Home Makeover, and then after I recovered and went home kept watching the show that would be a guilty pleasure for me.

Does that make me some elitist prick who looks down on everyone around him until they prove themselves Uber enough to hang with me? Of course not, there are tons of other reasons I do that. No it means that is my particular standard for judging something as so far out of my normal interests that it is a guilty pleasure. Your standard may be so divergent that it seems like my usual watching habits. Same with most subjective standards that come out of dime store colloquial phrases from the American Lexicon.

So in the end there is as understanding of someone’s guilty pleasures as there is of why people don’t watch certain shows. Perplexingly pointless if I do say so myself. Just say your favorite show and get on with the conversation. Unlike you are some odd hardcore fan of Shahs of Sunset, or in the alternative Amish Mafia. In which case I have some friends in white coats that want to take you to a magically land of Valium and group share time. Pay no attention to the padded walls and bars on the doors. For the rest of you with logic and reason, this post was “Elementary.” So I’ll sign off by saying good night, and truly good luck.

– THE Ruthless Wonder