My first run in with a "guilty pleasure" television experience was definitely "Small Wonder", the Saturday morning live action sitcom that starred Vicki. She was pretty much your average sitcom child, except they stuck a plastic panel full of blinking lights and dressed her in outdated clothes, thus making her an android. Even at age 6, I knew that I should be embarrassed to watch this show. But I never missed it.

A few years later, it was "Walker, Texas Ranger". Right when I was at that age where I was too old to be in bed early, but too young and awkward to have some kind of raucous Saturday night social life. I used to watch it with my Dad. I think that you, my one reader, are the first person I have confessed this to outside of my immediate family.

Most recently, it was The O.C., which I defended nail and tooth until the last season, which involved cage fighting, animal spirit conjuring and perhaps the worst final episode of any show I'd ever seen. I cried when the final credits rolled.

Now, here's my dilemma. I think that I have an addiction to these guilty pleasures and I have been forced to go cold turkey since that faithful day in February. I've tried watching other things...Hidden Palms...just a bunch of minor O.C. characters that aren't funny at all...John From Cincinnati...a bit too cerebral and quirky...Workout...world's most obnoxious lesbian...Pimp My Ride...fun, but the dubbing which makes me hear the French and English simultaneously really does a number on the language centers in my brain.

What's a girl to do?

As a post-script, for those of you that shared my Small Wonder infatuation, check this out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukSvjqwJixw It really puts things in perspective...