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Tuesday, 12 June 2007 14:02

When it comes to music, I'm also pretty much obsessed with teenybopper bands. That's how I got my musical start, after all: singing in front of the mirror to the Backstreet Boys...

Well, pleasures really are in the eye of the beholder...

When it comes to music, I LOVE LOVE LOVE John Mayer. But I figure this is okay because I'm a girl. His syrupy lyrics and kicking guitar riffs = hottest man alive. (Not really.) But I would rather not admit my infatuation with Mr. Mayer, because most people view me as an indie-rock elitist (and that doesn't include John Mayer).

When it comes to music, I'm also pretty much obsessed with teenybopper bands. That's how I got my musical start, after all: singing in front of the mirror to the Backstreet Boys, *Nsync, Britney Spears, 98 Degrees, A*Teens, Nobody's Angel, and Hoku. (Luckily) I grew out of that phase in my life, but I will always have those memories.

Guilty movie pleasures? ANYTHING THAT IS A SAPPY LOVE STORY. The Holiday? That movie was fabulous. Cheesy, but fabulous. Never Been Kissed, Ever After, Serendipity, The Wedding Singer, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Moulin Rouge, and Save the Last Dance: all of them are SO cheesy and basically the same story, but...Jesus, SO GOOD. They never fail me. I also love Disney movies, but they really only turn into a guilty pleasure when I sing along with the characters.

As for books...I'm a big fan of reading trashy romance novels, the Gossip Girls series, and bad celebrity magazines. I've gotta admit, reading about Britney shaving her head, exposing herself, and checking into rehab kept me busy all afternoon.

Lastly, there's the TV shows. I've always been a fan of Full House (anyone else have three seasons on DVD? Anyone?), and my friends love making fun of me for that. Sex and the City is another show that's constantly on (and is usually relatively trashy), and pretty much any reality show about brides or other bitchy women fulfills my heart's content.

And you know what? I'm not really all that ashamed. | Kaylen Hoffman