So this is kinda supposed to be a guilty pleasures-type column. One problem with that, though, is that I really don’t have any guilty pleasures. Oh, sure, I used to be embarrassed by some of the things I liked-I remember my first roommate chastising me for listening to “Guilty” by Barbra Streisand and Barry Gibb, saying that “no straight black man should be listening to Barbra Streisand” (little did he know). However, although I might be extremely self-conscious in other […]