…Cop-mystery-action shows on TV. Yes yes, bring on another crack team of blandly good-looking young people glowering at the camera while they run-chase-drive-fast-shoot-at another evil-for-no-reason guy until they corner him in his used-in-every-single-show-cabin where he does unspeakable-lurid-awful things to kids-young-women. Throw in some lab nonsense and title it with some made-up set of letters containing “C”.
The mindless, pointless glurge that is “reality” shows. It’s the main reason I watch nothing other than the news on network TV.
Celebrities that are famous for being famous, i.e., the Kardashian creatures, Snooki and the like. I know nothing about these people, nor do I see any reason to waste my time finding out about them. I just wish they would quit clogging up the airways with their brainless pronouncements.
Helicopter moms (“Good job peddling, Pasquale!” “Nice chewing, Tiffany!”).
Old person (I’m one) “wisdom circles”, where geezers sit around telling each other how much wise advice and knowledge they have to pass on to the younger generation. News flash: THEY DON’T GIVE A SHIT, JUST LIKE YOU NEVER GAVE A SHIT! Stop inviting me to these pointless exercises.
Manufactured right wing outrage. He’s black, he’s in the White House, he’s got three more years. Get over it.
Quinoa.
My spell-check doesn’t like how I spelt that, but I don’t care … I’m not gonna get a dictionary or Google it to find out how to spell that awful, awful grain.
KEEN-wah needs to go away, NOW.
Kale is the new pomegranate. Which was the new cranberry. Which was the new something, and before that it was oat bran. I don’t hate pomegranate, but I was eager for this fad to go away. Kale I can take or leave. (Leaf?). Mostly leave.
I keep waiting for reality shows to go away, but that doesn’t seem to be happening. Seriously, some of the shows… Shipping Wars? How about they make a show about me going to to post office?
Zombies are the new vampires, which were the improved thing over borgs and aliens, in the 70s it was Big Foot. There is always a new creature du jour.
I’m kind of tired of gluten free, but I know a lot of people who really have it, and it is great they have more options for eating. The people who are on the GF bandwagon because it is trendy should have their heads examined. “Wheat makes me burp” vs “Wheat makes me have the feeling I am stabbed in the guts and I have rocketing diarrhea” are two totally different things.
Lavender scented things. Lavender gives me a headache and now it is in everything.
“Oh! Your Chinese is so good!”
Cats. I swear, sometimes it seems like the only homes that don’t have cats are the ones where a resident is allergic to the little bastards. Yes, I’d love to visit your house, but I’m allergic to Chairman Meow.
I hang around another message board based on events, so threads can move really fast based on what time it is and people can miss a lot of posts if they’re AFK for a few hours. I’m sick and tired of people not reading the whole damn thread before posting. Seriously, the 40 page threads can be condensed to 20 pages if people just fucking read the whole thing, instead of freaking out and posting about something on page 5, their post ending up on page 23, when the whole issue from page 5 was discussed and done by page 11. I need to figure out the key phrases so I can just dump the crappy posts like I was using Tumblr Savior or something.
Old people complaining about how shitty music aimed at teens is. We get it. You’re cranky because your time has passed and all the bands you loved have decided not to keep on recycling the same music for the next 40 years to make you happy.
People proudly announcing they don’t use Facebook. It doesn’t make you special, it makes you look like your Grandma, who you happen to make fun of for never figuring out how the TV remote works. Also, just modify your settings not to show posts from people you don’t like. It’s like making a News Feed of shit you actually care about!
Gluten free pushing low carb off the store shelves because of space. 
Yes!
And zombies.
I’m tired of steampunk. Just stop it!
I hate the word “mouthfeel” and, by proxy, anyone who says it unironically.
I’m absolutely burnt out on listening to insurance sob stories. I just can’t take it anymore. I am weary of talking to people who are invariably in a bad mood because they crashed their car or tripped over a cord at work or got their home broken into or lost their treasured ring. I am *so far *beyond caring. Here’s my internal monologue when taking these calls (don’t worry, my inner asshole is securely self-contained): “Yes sir, that’s tragic. It certainly sucks to be you right now. But I’ve heard way worse already today. I didn’t care then, either. What can I do to get you off my phone as quickly as possible?”
ThelmaLou - just came back from the grocery store where I picked up some ground beef, mushrooms, crescent rolls, and a Chicago Tribune (the food section of the Sun Times SUCKS now and the one in the Daily Herald is pretty much a waste of time.) Guess what the huge recipe was on the inside of the inside of the back page? Braised Chicken with Kale and Andouille. Sigh.
I should really not bother to try and get any type of decent recipes out of the freakin’ newspaper anymore.
Sing it, Sister!
I woke up at 2 am and couldn’t sleep, so of course, I got on my kindle and after perusing the SDMB I went to amazon and was browsing around in the new releases section where I found no fewer than THREE kale cookbooks. That’s three entire brand-new books devoted to the acquisition, preparation, and consumption of kale.
Kale is the answer to all of mankind’s woes. It cures baldness, impotence, fleas, acne, restores hearing, muscle tone, makes your hair curly and your teeth brilliant white. It improves gas mileage, eliminates crabgrass, will level the foundation of your house, makes your neighbor’s dog stop barking, and ensures that your cell phone calls are never dropped. If we would only ship cases of it to the Middle East, the Syrian uprising would go away, the world price of oil would level off at a reasonable amount, all the prisoners at Gitmo could be repatriated with no problem, and the Israelis and Palestinians would sit down at the negotiating table in good faith… over giant bowls of…yes: kale. It would end global warming, the destruction of the ozone layer, and the melting of the polar ice caps. We must put our faith in the God Kale.
I know, right? It really seems to have gotten a lot worse lately. Pickup trucks are the worst about it. Also handicapped parking. They have those extra wide parking spaces and still can’t manage to park between the lines!
We’re looking at houses with an eye to moving in a year or so, and I am sick to death of every house we’re looking at having hardwood floors, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an open concept floor plan. I don’t want any of these things, which will probably turn out to be a good thing, because we’ll end up with a non-renovated older home for less money.
My favourite apocalypse is the plague apocalypse - can we go back to that again?
From what I’ve seen, no, no they can’t. I guess that would be like admitting that they’re doing something that every animal on the planet does, and it just ain’t that big a deal.
Okey dokey. 
As someone who has to park in handicapped parking, I often must park way off to the side, far off over the actual lines for the space, due to the fact that many handicapped spaces only have the extra space allotted on the right side of the space. This is well and good if you are driving a van with ramps that come out of the passenger side of the vehicle; or if you are a handicapped passenger being driven by someone else. But if you are a handicapped driver who is driving a car and exit out of that car on the driver’s side with a wheelchair, you have no choice but to park well into the ‘extra space’ off the right side of the handicapped space. Or back up into the space. But that is often a pain in the ass.
Hatred for the following fads: bacon, kale, zombies, and vampires: we are kindred spirits.
A fad that really annoys me and it’s everywhere now: molecular gastronomy. I avoid restaurants when they mention this in their description. So sick of watching a cooking show until the point at which they explain how to spherify the juice decoration, or how to use liquid nitrogen to flash-freeze your Bloody Caesar… A kitchen shouldn’t be, or look like, a lab.
This gets to me, too. But the main thing I can’t stand is how they run into a potentially dangerous situation with guns drawn. Ummm, no. Real CSI’s don’t do that. They show up after the scene is cleared of danger.
This, too. Also, the jerks that walk in the middle of the road in a blind curve and I’ve gotta risk a head-on collision! Yes, this is a real situation where I work. :mad:
…morning shows on the radio (here in the US, at least).
Is it so wrong to want to hear music in the morning?
24 hour news channels. Especially Fox News, not political reasons, but because it’s so LOUD and sensationalist. It is tabloid TV that takes itself seriously. With a large collection of irritating personalities. I can’t imagine how much I would hate it if I wasn’t a conservative!
I second zombies. Why the heck is everybody constantly talking about zombies??? You can tell me the answer or not, but I probably won’t listen because I’ve trained myself to zone out if I see or hear the word “zombie”.
Hipsters/douchebags. Pretty much one and the same, really. I’m a simple redneck from rural Illinois, who works in a welding shop. I don’t have time for any of your crap.
ThelmaLou - I have just got to tell you something.
I started a new book today. I’ve read it before but it has been awhile. It’s called Real Women Eat Beef and Tracy McArdle is the author - it’s about an advertising exec in New York whose entire life changes when her husband cheats on her. With a woman named Kale. I swear I am not kidding.
I about choked on my beer - I had forgotten. 