I've finally given up on using the term "guilty pleasure" for certain aspects of my taste in music. Not because that taste has suddenly gotten so much better, but because I have at last gotten past feeling guilty about any of it. I can go and listen to NPR talk about the best in this year's music, and I'll smile and think it's great that they've found all this wonderful new music this year, none of which I've even heard OF much less heard with my own ears. Then I'll go back to my iTunes list with its Rihanna and old Fleetwood Mac (greatest hits!) and holiday-specific Darlene Love and I am totally at peace with the whole dynamic.
Still, it seems my capacity for musical shame hasn't gone completely away, and I know this because apparently I am totally into this new(ish) Katy Perry song. And I feel awful about it. She is terrible, and I hate her, and "I Kissed a Girl" was brutal and I never once fell for that, and the lyics are sub-stupid, and her whole attitude is brattier and more attention-grabby than your average VH1 reality show contestant, and yet...I can't stop listening to it. I've taken to putting on repeat in the hopes that I'll burn out on it before I end up accidentally letting it show up on my iPod in front of company.
I wonder, though, if I wouldn't be into "Hot n Cold" guilt-free if it were sung by, say, Pink and not a grown woman who dresses like a Christmas tree. I certainly would be much more receptive to lyrics like "you PMS like a bitch, I would know" if they came outta Pink's mouth. Not sure if it would help lines like "someone call the doctor/ got a case of a love bipolar" though.
Ugh. I am sorry. I'm gonna go listen to it again.