Wicked Good Fun
A Bostonian's guide to naughty pleasures and forbidden delights—grouped for your transgressive convenience according to the Seven Deadly Sins.
- Boston Magazine, March 2006, pp. 98-99 Illustration by John Cuneo
There’s a reason Eve bit that apple. Giving in to temptation feels good—whether it’s a taste of forbidden fruit, a shriek of “Yankees suck!” or the pop of a lid of indecently priced skin cream. Indulging our inner bad boy (or girl) doesn’t just sate our appetites. There’s the added spice of knowing that Mom might not approve.
That’s why life’s biggest thrills are sometimes the guiltiest. Bite into a giant greasy burger, slip into an $850 bathrobe, or just spend the day watching other people work. We won’t tell. Here’s how to commit the Seven Deadly Sins around our town—and how to love every wicked step on the road to damnation.
That’s why life’s biggest thrills are sometimes the guiltiest. Bite into a giant greasy burger, slip into an $850 bathrobe, or just spend the day watching other people work. We won’t tell. Here’s how to commit the Seven Deadly Sins around our town—and how to love every wicked step on the road to damnation.
