"I didn't mean to watch Hope Floats. It was just in the DVD player."
"I didn't mean to watch Pretty Woman. I just stopped on that channel."
"I know it's Nicholas Sparks, but you left it in the bathroom."
"I didn't use ALL of your Tangerine soap. I just, um, didn't grab another bottle."
"How am I supposed to figure you out if I don't read your magazines? And by the way, this sweater would look great on you."
guys. 'Fess up. You all have a guilty little pleasure or three that you
don't tell anyone about. Ok, maybe your significant other. Maybe your
best friend. Maybe. And maybe only after he's told you his.
something we don't talk about, except in whispers. We find 10,000 ways
to make excuses if we get caught. We keep our stashes hidden. We don't
put them in queue in our video service. We change the titles in our
These are the little "unmanly" secrets we keep.
pretend to not like chick flicks, chick lit, TV shows about women
targeted at women who want to feel superior to other women, the shampoos
we get when we get haircuts, the stuffed animals we got from teenage
dates, the fluffy comfy bathrobe that we just "happen" to grab and wrap
around us, eating the entire pint of ice cream when we've had a really
We go to karaoke and pic good, strong, manly songs, or
Frank Sinatra, when really we just want to belt out some Beyonce or
Aretha or Reba. We've evolved far enough to love our tinydogs, but don't
dress them up the way we really want to. Admit it...you'd love to put
your chihuahua in a tutu. We punch each other on the arm or body-check
each other into a wall or do a poor imitation of the three stooges when
all we really want is a hug, a real hug, more that the
hug-thump-twice-on-the-back variety. We resist massages while thinking
about how nice it would be to lie in a candle lit room getting our
muscles turned to mush.
Bathroom locked? It should be. There's a
good chance we're playing air guitar in the shower or being a rock star
with a hair brush. Put your ear to the door. You might catch us singing
along to nothing.
We complain about mowing the lawn and doing
dishes, but really, sometimes it's nice to have time to so something
relatively brainless while humming the earworm we've been stuck with for
days. But since it's the Beib, or Miley, or Abba, or John Denver,
whoever our favorite guilty pleasure singer is, we don't mind it too
much. But we think that we in any or all of these, are the Only One.
are not the only one. It only feels like you are because men are not
having these conversations. They are talking about what they like and
like to do, see, hear. But I guarantee there's a lot they aren't saying.
We try to find the right balance between being ourselves and meeting
expectations and gender norms in interests and hobbies. Most of you will
succeed. Some of us will not, or will fake it to be accepted. Some of
you want to keep your secrets secrets. Some of you want to share them.
Some of you get great ideas from what other people shared and wish you
could share them, too. To the guys putting themselves out there, bravo.
For the rest of you, it's ok. There's no rule book for this.
Gotta go. Steel Magnolias just came back on.