Everyone has a guilty pleasure in life. Whether it be a particular band or certain
movie, we all have at least one thing we’re semi-afraid to admit we enjoy. But more
often than not, it’s our guilty pleasure that can make us smile at the end of a long
day. So why should we be afraid to tell everyone what we enjoy in life? With my time
here at UB dwindling rapidly, I’ve decided that the time has come to openly admit
my guilty pleasure: watching WWE with my roommate.
Once upon a time, I mocked wrestling mercilessly. The fact that people would watch
the WWE and try to claim that it is a sport would annoy me to no end. Then I moved
in with my roommate in August and was forced to see Monday night RAW and
Smackdown on our DVR every week. For those of you who aren’t up to date on your
wrestling, RAW is three hours long while Smackdown is two. This meant that I was
subjected to five hours of wrestling every week if I wanted to keep Dance Moms and
Glee on the record list.
At first I’d sit there mocking my roommate for his obsession with WWE, but
somewhere along the line I got sucked into the characters and their storylines. By
the time midterms came around during the fall semester, I was willingly sitting
down to watch RAW every week. I tried to hide my interest at first, for fear of
being mocked by my other friends. After all, the fact that I know who Dolph
Ziggler, AJ Lee, Team Rhodes Scholars, and The Funkasaurus are is already slightly
embarrassing. But the fact that I know their entire backstories, current storylines,
and wrestling styles puts me on a whole different level.
I realized just how deep I had gone into the WWE universe when during RAW one
night I looked at my roommate and said, “They need to do something about this
Divas division. What they should do is have AJ start wrestling again, have her feud
with Katelyn and then give AJ the title. Katelyn as a character sucks. AJ is absolutely
insane but that’ll make her fun to watch. Oh, and she wears better outfits.” I scared
myself so much with my comment that I had to go to bed right after. The next day, as
I was being mocked for the previous night’s commentary, I realized that no matter
how hard I tried to fight it, I was officially a wrestling fan. Despite the realization, I
was determined to keep the information to myself for fear of being mocked.
Eventually I let it slip at work one day that I actually enjoy watching wrestling. Mind
you, I work with a bunch of college-aged females, so the looks I received ranged
from “very nice,” to “you would,” to “wow, freak.” The awkwardness lasted for all of
a minute before I decided just to own up to my guilty pleasure and embrace it. So
what if I’m the only college female I know that will sit down twice a week to watch
Alberto del Rio fight Big Show? I find it entertaining and that’s good enough for me.
What’s entertaining about my interest in WWE is how it caused my roommate to
give Glee a chance. The more interested I became in wrestling, the more open-
minded he became about a bunch of singing high-schoolers invading our living room
once a week. Then one day I came home from work to find him watching the newest
episode, alone, in the middle of the day.
I casually asked him what he was doing and he responded with, “Well, Kurt and
Blaine are fighting because Blaine cheated. I think they’re going to break up.”
Needless to say, my jaw dropped in that moment. My six-foot-two, black, male
roommate had just expressed genuine concern over the fictional relationship
between two flamboyantly gay men on Glee. For the record, yes, he is still living that
Since embracing the fact that WWE is my guilty pleasure, I’ve found myself enjoying
it more. When my roommate and I went to RAW in March I flat out told people I was
going and even posted a couple pictures on Facebook. My birthday party this year
was a Wrestlemania-birthday party not just out of convenience, but because I had
said that’s what I wanted. I’ve come to the realization that guilty pleasures don’t
need to make us feel guilty. If you enjoy something (legal), you should be able to
do so without being looked down upon. We’re in college, now is the time to make
fools of ourselves and have a little fun. So what if someone somewhere thinks you’re
strange? There is no such thing as “normal.” Trust me.
Feed. Me. More.