In theory, I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you like it, that’s good enough. Right? There’s no such thing as having crappy taste in music as long as you legitimately like what you’re listening to. (Okay, I actually do think there is some pretty terrible music options out there, but if you like it, you like it!) If your thing is Lifetime movies or infomercials or those History Channel shows with battle reenactments, more power to you!All of that I believe. In theory.

All of that is in theory because there is one show I am mortified to like. Worse, I am mortified to say I cry at almost every single terrible episode. It’s just television producers toying with my emotions during what are really only glorified commercials. But, as someone not normally prone to tears, if I’m in the mood for a good cry, I know what will consistently work. My guiltiest of guilty pleasures.

Undercover Boss.

You just threw up a little, didn’t you? I don’t blame you.

I forget when I discovered this show. I know I watched it on one international plane flight where the episodes were sandwiched between movies about death, 9/11 and sappy love stories and where I was facing the plane window with tears streaming down my face like a fool. (This might have been exacerbated by the fact that I’d been awake for about 26 hours, but whatever.)

Even now if I’m home and flipping through the channels, I’ll frequently stop at Undercover Boss. If Wonder Boy comes home and sees me watching it, he leaves the room.

AS HE SHOULD.

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