That never bothered me until my dad started making a federal case out of it and berating my sister and me should ever our forks come into contact with our teeth.
Now it drives me crazy too, and I yell at my husband about it. Young persons: it’s only a matter of time before you turn into your parents. Don’t bother to fight.
I don’t think it has anything to do with families sharing meals. My father’s chewing habits at the family dinner table made me physically nauseous when I was old enough to notice. Chomp, slurp, gnash, gnash.
My MIL talks constantly, whether she’s eating or not. The only thing I’ve found that helps is that when she talks and eats at the same time, I (politely) tell her I don’t understand what she’s saying. My husband is less tactful; he tells her in her native language (not English, but I know what he’s saying) “Ma, keep yer trap shut while yer chewin’,” or words to that effect.
The KFC ad is horrible, my mother screams at me to turn it off whenever it comes on. Its not on as much nowadays, theres a new one now with a family sitting down to dinner and the wife is singing how she can feed her family for £15.99 (kind of expensive really when you think wha you could cook with that) anyway I hate the ad because I cant make out what the husband sings back and Ive seen the ad dozens of times.
Anyway that was a bit of a Hijack, sorry!
Back to the topic at hand an old friend of mind used to eat with her mouth open whcih we didnt particularly mind because at the same time she’d make that ‘nom nom nom’ noise you often hear in kids carttons or on TV etc. Its actually quiet funny to hear, and the best thing about it is she didnt even realise she was making the noise for ages!
My 13 year old cousin has this odd habit of sort of moaning/grunting while he eats. I’m pretty convinced that it has to do with some sort of ENT problem, but no one ever mentions it. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but it’s grooosssss.
My aunt (not his mom, but found at the same family meals) does that tongue-peeling lip smack while she talks.
I don’t visit there anymore.
My parents were always yelling at me when I was little to do “the good chewing.” Now they do it to my brother.
I have no problem telling someone sitting by me at lunch that they are disgusting. Life is too short to put up with see-food.
Ugh. My roommate freshman year of college slurped everything, too. I don’t have the best manners all the time so I’m willing to put up with quite a bit, but that was just so unbelievably disgusting. I could hear her over the music from my headphones…much as I tried not to. Gummi bears were an especially nightmarish experience for me. It was all I could do not to step across the room and tape her jaw shut when she ate in the room.
Apparently my boyfriend is a bit of an obnoxious eater. I’d never noticed, but both my best friend and my sister have mentioned it and at one point I made a point of listening and picked up on it. Still doesn’t really bother me, though. I guess love’s just blind that way. Plus, you know, it pales in comparison to the horror of listening to the former roommate and some of the other seriously mannerless people in the world.
My stepdad always got on to me and my brother about that. One day when he wasn’t around, in a pathetic show of defiance, we were doing everything he ever told us not to do. My brother took a fork, gripped it in his teeth, and yanked it out! (I’m trying not to scream as I type this. Gives me nightmares every time I think of it.)