Vices We Love: Defending guilty pleasures     Dear Vices, Slowly and surely, you slipped into my life—that bar of chocolate at midnight that plate of pani puri, those outfits I didn’t need, and those occasional nights of binge-watching Downton Abbey. That sugar rush gives me comfort, joy, and escape from a world that can be hard as nails, and despite what society says, I will continue to seek you out. There are times when engaging in a vice can feel like an act of rebellion against the pressures of life. “I deserve this” or “to hell with diet.” That fleeting sense of freedom feels so good. Clean living, discipline, minimalism and perseverance are being rammed down my throat, and anything out of the arena is deemed evil or detrimental to my health.  You remind me that I’m not a robot; I’m human, and it’s okay to eat something without counting its health benefits or watch a show just because it’s silly and funny.   When I’m hurt, disappointe...