Kale. Enough with the kale already. It’s been around forever, but we’ve just discovered it.
Jennifer Hudson’s Weight Watchers commercials. She looks great. Move on.
The word “awesome.” Give it up. Find another word.
Tattoos.
Over to you…
Ummm … I just made kale chips last night. 
I’m sick and tired of seeing cops shooting down the road to respond to a call (ostensibly) without having their siren or flashing lights on.
I’m sick and tired of ants.
Also, I’m sick and tired of reading Yahoo’s series on student loans. Each story is more depressing than the last. “I owe a $530,000 in student loans, and I only make minimum wage! I only eat ramen noodles and I live in a cardboard box! I hate my life! Kill me now!” But instead of evoking pity, I just feel exasperation. Even though I know these people were doing only what they’d been encouraged to do their whole lives, their whining grates my nerves. I hate Yahoo! for making me feel so conflicted.
“I can’t give you anything but kale, baby.
That’s the only thing they had on sale, baby.”
- Roz Chast
…being sick and tired…
Michigan weather. :mad: It’s mid-fucking-May and it was in the 30s a couple days ago. :mad:
People parking where and how they damned well please. I swear, they just drive into the parking lot, park randomly, and turn off the car and get out.
… hearing about Angelina Jolie’s boobs, already.
… ants- me, too. Those fuckers need to die. Spiders can join them.
… waiting for Breaking Bad to come back on. Arrgghh!
… teen mom Farrah and her bullshit.
… Benghazi.
(I love kale, though- sorry.)
Don’t they? The other day I was coming out of Meijer and I saw this woman and what looked like her son getting out of their minivan, which was parked right up next to the building directly underneath a “No Parking” sign (it was the fire lane).
I made eye contact with the lady as we passed and I couldn’t help but point up at the “No Parking” sign. I didn’t say anything, just pointed. I should have predicted the response: “Fuck you, motherfucker!! What’s it to YOU?!” It wasn’t much to me so I just kept going without a word. But she was lovely. :rolleyes:
Kids riding their bikes to school, oblivious to the cars around them. I almost killed two today…and I’m super cautious because I know they aren’t paying attention.
Bacon. Bacon candy, bacon brownies, bacon fucking everything, and people who act like bacon is God’s greatest gift to mankind. I admit that I’m not the world’s greatest judge, given that I don’t eat meat, but I wasn’t born vegetarian. And before I was vegetarian, I thought bacon was… okay. Like, it’s fine. It’s good on BLTs. It’s good with maple syrup. But the bacon worship is getting old.
Stone the heathen!
That zombie tribble on Rand Paul’s head. That thing needs to finish his brain and be done with it.
Glorifying crappy photos as artistic. “I’ve run out of ideas on what to do… I know! I’ll take out of focus, washed out photos and pass them off as art!” Some people go to the extent of intentionally damaging their cameras e.g. taping their camera’s sensor to take 1:1 aspect ratio photos.
Please see my posts in the rat thread.
There, now I have an A.
Ukeleles
What the F#@K! These are joke instruments for joke songs. Just stop it already.
Home improvement shows that insist the end of Western civilization is imminent if you don’t use granite counter tops and apron sinks in your kitchen. Also, on Yard Crashers, hey, Matt Blashaw, stop acting as if the entire show is about you and how clever you are, you ass. It’ about the yard remake, fakrissake.
Clarification: I’m not against kale, eating it, cooking it, or loving it. Just seeing it everywhere in print, recipes, articles about it, suggestions for how to ingest it. I’ll bet if you go to a newsstand and look at 20 women’s magazines, every one of them will have an article about kale, a recipe for kale, and/or a suggestion for how to add kale to your diet. I mean it’s like the Kale Council hired SCDP and said, “Get us coverage! We want kale to be on everyone’s lips and in everyone’s mouths!” I predict people will soon start naming their babies kale.
Who’s going to be the next darling when kale is consigned to the compost pile of food fads (but still good for you)? Kohlrabi? Arugula? Collards? Napa fucking cabbage?
Ditto on the granite. Also upgrades, especially on houses built after 2005. “Ewww, this 2009 kitchen needs to be gutted and completely upgraded.”
What the fuck is “Kale”? Seriously, I’ve never heard of it. And I cook! It ain’t in the store I shop in.