I got away with it - not only did she go to sleep when I asked her (ten pm, which is probably too late for her, really) but she is still asleep.
Oooh, you are a lucky thing. But you're not out of the woods yet. It could come back to bite you later.
Or...she needs a really strange kind of "lullaby and goodnight" routine.
In which case I suggest Marilyn Manson as a complementary option.
There should be things I like but don't tell people I like, but... Not really. I don't see the point of hiding the fact I like certain films, or shows, or books, just because they aren't deemed to be cool by whatever secret committee decides such things.
But a guilty pleasure is just something that you feel
guilt about. It doesn't have to be because you think it's uncool.
I generally define guilty pleasures one of two ways: Either it goes against my regular moral code (as defined by me, not the masses) to participate in it/support it/perpetuate it, yet I am drawn to it nonetheless. -OR- something (a time suck thing usually) that takes me away from the things I know I *should* be doing, but am avoiding.
Jeez, if I had to factor in paranoia over what was deemed cool or not, I'd be a mess.
Um, yeah. You think? 
Welcome back, Shuemais.
