Guilty pleasure: God forgive me, Vince Russo's WCW run. I was so extraordinarily bored with WCW by the time he made the jump that I was ready for anything to make Nitro watchable again. The cut to 2 hours was a big help, but I enjoyed the return of that unpredictable energy. Yeah, a lot of the stuff was pretty stupid, but I was a helpless mark for the work/shoot stuff too. There's also, for some reason, almost no one I would rather listen to in a shoot interview than Russo. Maybe Cornette.
Guilty displeasure: Tag team wrestling comes to mind. I liked it when I was a kid and first getting into it. Back when you had mighty teams like the Road Warriors, Midnight Express, Rockers, Demolition, Hart Foundation, and so on. When that kind of pre-packaged, color-coordinated era came to an end and most tag teams became this guy-and-this guy vs that-guy-and that-guy, blah. You can keep that shit.