I caught the train up to Los Angeles yesterday, and was reminded of this particularly awful brand of microwave pizza they serve on the train. It’s so bad that there’s actually something kind of appealing about it. It’s like, when you’re eating it, you’re reveling in how awful it is. It’s perhaps not that far off from the enjoyment one gets while watching a really awful movie. It seems like there should be a word to describe this, probably a German word. Something that captures the essence of both repulsion and attraction.