The Daily Tannenbaum The stigmata of the single life.*

I have a confession. I’m not a big fan of guest posts. I know that they’re a staple of our blog world, but I have to be honest, I rarely click through to them, especially when my RSS reader is feeling overburdened (which is most of the time.) I already read too many blogs, all the voices, stories and lives I’m following add up to too much noise as it is.

I’m also not a fan of guest posting myself, because damn, it’s hard enough to decide what to write on this blog. But last week when Erikka asked me to guest post on her blog, I agreed immediately because she employed the phrase, “you’re one of my favorite blog writers.” That’s when my ego knocked down my high and mighty guest post stance.

But I want to do something a little different than a regular guest post. Inspired by recent Blogshare and Choose Your Own Blogventure adventures, I’m starting the post on this website and finishing it on Erikka’s. That way my readers have to go there and her readers have to come here if they want the whole story. No guest post skipping for you! Muh-a-hahaha…

Worried that I wouldn’t know what to write about, I asked Erikka for a topic, and she suggested “taboos and guilty pleasures.” The phrase “guilty pleasure” always makes me think of bad movies, and you know that I’m happy to tell you all about those. And since I already covered self-pleasure earlier this week, I’m not going to go there again until at least next week. When I think of the word “taboo” it conjures up the cultural anthropology class I took in college where we learned that incest was the one universal taboo, and I really don’t want to talk about that. It also makes me think of family fun and board games at Christmastime, but I don’t think that’s worthy of a guest post.

So what is both taboo on this blog and a guilty pleasure? I don’t talk about work here, but that’s for reasons of self-preservation, and besides, as much as I love my job, I don’t consider it a “guilty pleasure.” I have no problem talking about my ardent disbelief in invisible sky daddies, politics, the gas that I pass, or even the fact that I think peeing in the shower is practical, time-saving and sound environmental policy.

I was wracking my brain last night while driving home, trying to think of something that is just not talked about in this open and free blogging world that we live in, where we divulge every last whim and secret. What can you reveal in a place where you kiss, tell, fart and burp proudly all while posting bad pictures of yourself? And as I was thinking and driving, I started to get that little itch that I get sometimes, and a neuron fired in my brain, causing my right hand to leave the steering wheel and reach towards my head…

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