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.