On my not so secret shame

I've been quite intrigued by the news this weekend that the formerly anonymous 'Belle de Jour', who authored a blog and a number of books about her secret left as a call girl, has exposed herself to be a scientist in England. Why exactly she came out now seems to be under debate, but reading articles about her and her perspective on her experience has been really interesting. She started working as an escort because she ran out of money while writing her dissertation, and while acknowledges that she was very lucky to have not had many negative experiences with her clients, seems able to analyse her time as a prostitute and what is means. It's been pointed out that her 'luck' is likely in part due to her being white and middle class, with a strong support network (even though they didn't know what she was doing) allowed her to access a different sort of clientele from women who end up on the streets, who are more likely to be working as a prostitute not because they prefer it to computer analysis (really, she said that), but due to addictions or other calamitous life events. I suppose I'm interested in this both about hearing what some people have to do to get a PhD (!) but also as a moment to think about women and choices.

So I'm obviously not a prostitute. But I have made a choice that some of my friends bewail.

I have read Twilight. I held out for a very long time, until it was lent to me while recovering from surgery last year. I devoured the first book and swiftly after the other three. I saw the movie. I laughed myself silly through a lot of it.

Twilight is really terrible when you think about it, especially from the feminist perspective. As I saw someone point out, Bella starts the series as a cynical girl who likes being different and ends up a teenage mother who names her child Reneesmee, whose entire life is defined by her husband, and will likely never go to college. However much a number of the premises of the books apall me (the evils of pre-marital sex, abortion absolute anathema), I can't help but be so amused by it, and honestly, while working on my own thesis, I was all about the brain candy.

I will definitely be going to see New Moon when it opens next week, but I hope to sneak some rum in to pour into my diet coke so I can get a really good chuckle out of it. Honestly, I'm almost more amused by other people's reactions to it, or their biting analysis (check out this page for the best summaries and responses to Twilight ever, by Cleolinda Jones. She also has a series involving multiple Edward dolls and My Little Ponies.... I can't describe it, just read it!).

Anyone else have a secret or not so secret shame they want to share?