Ignorance of current events. I don’t expect you to be as much of a political junkie as I am, but if you don’t at least try to keep slightly up to date, we aren’t going to have much to talk about. (I’m talking about people like my old manager, not a romantic prospect mercifully, who seriously argued it was more important to know the McDonald’s “Two all-beef patties” jingle than who your MP was.)
Being mean to or dismissive of waitstaff.
Belittling me in any way. I don’t do it to you; you will not do it to me.
I’ve always wondered where that one came from. The Thai and Fillipina women I’ve run around with are not even remotely submissive and don’t put up with much crap at all. If you offend one too deeply, going to sleep where she could find you is a mistake.
In no particular order: Any hardcore religion, insert demographic group bashing, Obesity, and job incompetence. The last may seem weird, but I’m an ER nurse and I could never hang with someone that can’t carry their own in a trauma code.
OK, get out of Oslo-check! (I’d love to cruise around the fjords). At least it’s not a public health hazard from your description of it. I’d like to come in spring–when I have some money. Don’t hold your breath waiting!
Re the tobacco clysters–that is still not as gross as dipping. At least with the enema, you are leaking brown drool down your face all day long; your breath doesn’t smell bad and you aren’t continually shoving stuff in your mouth. (of course you may well be leaking um, differently, but that’s another matter!)
I would agree with this, except if you are dating non medical/nursing personnel. But then, I never found a nurse I’d like to date, period, so… (I’m a former ICU nurse).
I don’t know if I’d call that “job incompetence” so much as “being unable to keep his cool under fire.” After all, most people’s jobs aren’t a continuous string of life-threatening crises (you adrenaline junkies in the ER, you!)
Very much something I don’t like, but most people can actually be trained for this. It’s only that the majority haven’t.
What is FSM? Have you actually met someone who opposes the war because Sean Penn does? I tried to think of a way to phrase that last question and not sound like a smart ass, but could not. I am genuinely curious though.
The Flying Spaghetti Monster – a parody of religious fundamentalism, specifically attempts to force public schools to teach Creationism / “Intelligent Design.”
In the same vein as the bumper stickers - what is the deal with the “bimbette” thingies on cars? You’ll see some guy with his truck or car decked out with playboy bunny-esque sillouettes framing the license plate or decorating the back windows - how the heck would that make him attractive?
(Or am I just missing some obvious social cue that us lesbians wouldn’t get?)
Not Sean Penn, but if you’ll accept other celebrities (Penélope Cruz, Nacho Cano, Miguel Bosé), I have an aunt who’s more likely to believe that the sun comes out every day if she hears one of them say so on TV than based on either her own experience or astronomy books.
In addition to many of those already mentioned, the “false interest” syndrome- someone who asks me a question and can’t pay attention long enough to listen to my response before (i) asking another question, (ii) looking around the room, or (iii) changing the subject. This is a subset of a general inability to participate in a normal conversation. It makes me want to walk away and leave them sitting there.
Really big fake boobs. If your entire personality is wrapped up in your tits, it’s over before it began.
Here’s one that makes me really shallow- grown women in capri pants. There have been, maybe, half a dozen women since the beginning of time that actually look good in them- Audrey Hepburn being one- and everyone else just looks like they suddenly outgrew their pants.
I can’t speak as to the intentions of anyone who decorates their vehicles with such things, but this lesbian interprets “mudflap girls” on a vehicle as an indication that the driver is male and doesn’t get laid very often without paying for it, and that he objectifies women a bit too much for my tastes.
However, my personal jury is still somewhat out regarding what to think of such decorations when sported on the lapels of button-down shirts worn by some of my dyke friends. That seems to me to be more “reclaiming” than objectification.
Imho, a little bit of objectification is normal. Wearing it as the filter through which you see everyone all the time is not normal. Most dykes I’ve known who sport the “mud flap girls” fall into the former group, and most men I know who sport them fall into the later group. YMMV.
FSM = Flying Spaghetti Monster, already linked to below.
And, yes, I know a couple people who get their political awareness from Penn, Sarandon, Robbins, Clooney, DiCaprio, Gore, Fonda, etc. I also know the ones who get it from Limbaugh, Hannity, Savage, O’Reilly, etc. If I wanted to just hear things repeated I’d get a parrot. Develop your own opinion.
There there. I’ve got a whole bed full of comfort just for you.
I don’t get the sports thing either. A while back I signed up for an online dating service, and I was astounded at how it was practically a requirement that one be a baseball fanatic to be a member. I don’t mean liking baseball a little. It has to be the central core of your very being.
And at my sister’s house, it’s pretty much all football all the time. My BIL has figured out the perfect schedule to change TV channels so that there is always a game on, 24/7.
