It was time to unplug -- and not because I was guilted or shamed into it, but rather because it was time to seize another opportunity. The good news is that there is room for all of it, if you carve out the space. Balance.
Recently my friend was looking through my iPod, and after looking up at me in faint pleasure, began to play "Careless Whisper" by George Michael. He then said -- over the hauntingly beautiful sax -- "Is this one of your guilty pleasures?"
I used to feel that my love for all things Christmas music-related couldn't possibly coexist with the great taste in music that I take elitist pride in. I mean, in what brain is there a mutual respect for John Lennon and The Chipmunks?
The fantasy that President Obama would celebrate his Bin Laden triumph by enjoying a cigarette reminds us that an American president would sooner sneak a few puffs in some dark corner of the White House than publicly partake in such a "sinful" pleasure.