Guilty Pleasures

Pleasure is nothing to feel guilty about unless its circumstances involve the degradation of oneself, others, or life.  Taste is a matter of class and education.  I'm not sure that I feel particularly compelled to be mistaken for a Rothschild or a Harvard man, so my contemplation of the correctness of my tastes is mostly the residue of bourgeois wannabeism.  Sure, poor taste also reflects poorly on one's education, but then my tastes are not likely to exploit the labor of children or extort the life savings from war widows either.  Posh and trendiness have a lot to answer for, too.