I don’t like big dogs. I try to pretend I like my friends’ dogs, but I don’t like them. Luckily all of my friends love my small dog. ALL OF THEM LOVE HER.
I’ve never seen The Godfather and feel stupid because of it.
I saw all of the LOTR movies and I hated every single one of them. I thought I was going to die before they were over.
I am too lazy to garden even though I love the flowers.
I secretly want to watch Lawrence Welk on Saturday nights, but I never let myself do it. It’s just too embarrassing.
I. am. shocked. SHOCKED! I. Say. I guess your next confession will be about how you don’t sing in a women’s chorus.
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Disclaimer:
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If something is insanely popular, I won’t give it half a chance for many years. This includes Joss Whedon, Harry Potter novels, Neil Gaiman novels, and most television shows. Having said that:
-I liked “Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog,” but mainly because of Neil Patrick Harris
-I liked Neverwhere and the one Sandman comic I read
Buffy, Firefly, and the American Gods books I will give no more chances.
Anything with hot female assassins or killers, I hate. No female mercenaries, female ninjas, female space-warriors, female ninja-mercenaries, female assassins, female ninja-assassins, whatever. Especially if they’re petite, young girls. News flash: it’s not unique or interesting or surprising anymore to have some timid little girl turn out to actually be a deadly killer and martial arts master.
I loved that the big movies of 2007 were man’s movies with cold blooded bad-ass men, not hot ninja chicks or whatever. Daniel Plainview. Anton Chigurh. That’s where it’s at.
The best thing about Firefly was always Jayne.
If this makes me gay, well, then I’m a big old gay cocksucking queen. So be it.
I hate or am at best indifferent to most things that seem popular here. I am polite enough not to immediately go to sleep at the mention of Firefly or Serenity, for example, but only just. It gets a bit tedious because most of my friends are raving fanboys or fangirls.
I am the pickiest person when it comes to food. I don’t like any condiments. I once had a (ex)boyfriend put ketchup on my cheeseburger bun and I refused to touch it. Yuck.
Totally afraid to try new things when it comes to food. I would have no problem going sky diving, but if you put sushi in front of me… and I will freeze. Total anxiety.
I find Joss Whedon to be an insufferable hack of a writer who regurgitates poorly observed high school drama and blends it with a hefty dose of cliche’.
I like cats just fine, but I vastly prefer dogs.
I hate coffee, nearly all teas including iced (I’m southern), and anything else trendy.
I could give a rat’s ass about political nitpicking.
I could give a runny orangutan turd about sports.
Fuck Micheal Phelps. I don’t care. Really. Yes, I KNOW he broke the record. Don’t care.
I feel your pain. I cannot stand condiments and hate to try new foods. My wife will often ask me to try things and I will humour her but my usual response is “It didn’t kill me”. Which translates as, I never want that foul tasting stuff near me again.
My real confession is that I hate cheese. Any kind of cheese. I don’t even like cheesecake.
And I don’t like tomatoes.
Usually it is easier to tell people what I do eat than what I don’t.
I, too, hate most condiments. I prefer cream cheese on my sandwiches to mayo, mustard or ketchup etc. Relish is just nasty shit, IMO.
I don’t make a big deal out of it or anything, I just refuse (politely) anything with the above mentioned accouterments. But I don’t consider my dislike to be secret of shameful. Scratch a foodie and you’ll find something they won’t eat. Because this is true, I figure we’re all just points on a spectrum…
I take it you will not be watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Shaolin Dolemite, then?
I hate tomatoes. I have eaten a raw tomato exactly once in my life. It made me gag. If it ain’t processed into sauce, paste, or ketchup I’m not having any, thank you.
I grow them, though. All of my tomatoes are donated to people who can actually stand to eat them raw.
Nothing shameful in that. The repetitive sex scenes are the funniest things I’ve ever read (especially the one where the comparison between Jondalar’s Manhood and that of a mammoth was made disturbingly explicit).
I really want to see The House Bunny. (this one was tough to admit)
I don’t like Coffee. At all. This means nothing by itself, but at work (a job I recently left), a coworker was nice enough to bring me a coffee from Tim Hortons every morning free of charge. The first couple days I didn’t mention anything and eventually it just seemed easier to throw the coffee out when no one was looking.
When someone asks me how much something costs, I sometimes lowball them because it embarrasses me to admit how much I pay for some things (I told my friend I paid $60 for these - it isn’t like he’ll ever know. He thought $60 was expensive for headphones, his head would’ve exploded if I told him they cost $500).
I’ve always kinda dug Paris Hilton (although I wouldn’t want her as a roll model for my children).