Irrational hatreds?

The BBQ Pit
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Well, Roland, it is the irrational complaint thread after all, so I guess your post has merit. I just think it’s funny for a server to complain about having to serve.

Sure, I have complaints about my job, but I realize certain aspects of it are instrinsic. I’m an editor, I’m not going to bitch when someone asks me, gasp, to edit something.

I save my complaints for when they send me emails with exclamation points so that I’ll prioritize their projects, or when they ask me to do the same job twice. Basically I complain when they want me to do stuff that’s not my job or not my problem.

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Yeah, that makes sense. In any other forum, or on any other topic, I’d limit my complaints to that sort of occasion as well (and, as I said, there are plenty of those). I don’t mind doing my job, and I don’t complain when people ask me to serve them. That’s what I’m there for, after all. But there are aspects of any job that requires daily dealings with the public that, while intrinsic, become monotonous or irritating enough to grate. As Sutremaine said (and I’ll spell your name right this time; sorry about that), there’s the ever-present realization that, no matter what you do to resolve or deal with an issue, you’ll just be facing the same thing anew tomorrow.

Now, a true professional will not allow these issues to influence his/her performance, and will continue to give top-notch service while keeping these nitpicks silent. I like to think that I’ve attained that level of professionalism for the most part. Usually, I don’t vent the sort of complaints I made on page 2, for just this reason: people reading it will tend to overinflate the significance of what I’m saying, and end up believing that I resent being asked for these things, when in reality it’s just a minor personal annoyance. But when I saw a thread that had ‘Irrational Hatreds’ built right into the title, I figured “well, since you asked…”, and went to it. My mistake, I suppose; as personal experience should’ve told me, I know better.

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Oh, and in case any of you were wondering, I still hate monkeys as much as I did on page one. Whatever you do, don’t order monkeys from me, or I’m liable to get really pissed off.

:wink:

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Roland,
I was just mad 'cos I always ask for water, and sometimes I even order coffee. :smiley:

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I’ll second that and say I hate people who write in all lower case.

In a writing class in college, during a feedback workshop, we were critiquing someone’s story that had no capitalization. This annoys the hell out of me, so I called him on it. He stops me and tells me “that’s my style.”

NO IT’S FUCKING NOT! It’s e.e. cummings’ style and therefore can be no one else’s style.

And while I’m on it, I hate prententious college kids who act all depressed and moody, then write some drivel that has no plot, no discernible characters, and is essentially just a unch of descriptive writing exercises strung together and then be called “genius” by the professor.

She was a fantastic prof, and I even took the advanced class, but I can’t believe she fell for his shit.

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Amen! I would like to add to this statement that I also hate William Faulkner, and especially the chapter of As I Lay Dying that reads: “My mother is a fish.”

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Sock Monkeys. I fucking hate sock monkeys.

Cris Collingsworth. First off he spells his name “Cris” which I hate. Second, for the total irrational part: I want to see him die and a horribly violent manner. He is a stupid, putrid man and Howie Long should bear hug him until blood sprays out of his ears. Fuck you and die man.

Jimmy Buffet. Yay, you’re “Parrot Heads”. No, you’re just drunk old farts. Fuck off.

Finally, Dave Matthews Band. Your voice sounds like an emphysema-stricken dolphin trying to suck a boiled afterbirth through a set of rusty bagpipes. Go be horribly mediocre somewhere else away from really stupid college kids who think that your Dentist Office Jazz stylings are well played music.

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Puuuuuururrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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I frickin’ hated Brian Mulroney, at least as he was when Prime Minister of Canada.

Now, I may have had disagreements with his government’s policies, etc, but that’s not what this is about. Brian Mulroney was the only Canadian politician who made me feel physically nauseous when seeing him on TV. It was his voice: that insincere unctuous voice with the little hint of condescension, implying that we Canadians were all a little stupid and those of us who questioned him needed things explained carefully to us.

Other irrational hatreds:

Cigars and cigarettes. The look of the burning end of the things. The hideous inefficiency of the whole habit. If you’re gonna smoke, fer god’s sake use the damn thing! Don’t just light it and leave it in the ashtray 75% of the time! Fuck!

Any attempt to infantilise pets, such as giving them little-kid clothes, talking human baby-talk to them, feeding them in your lap at the table, etc. I am happy to respect working dogs, and I have no problem with coats for warm-climate creatures in cold climates, but, dammit, they’re animals, not children! Maybe you should just admit that what you really want is a kid.

The sound of unglazed ceramics rubbing together. It just freaks me out. Even thinking about it freaks me out. twitch

Similar to BraheSilver’s post upthread, any attempt to force animals into some travesty of human appearance during a performance (clothes on monkeys, etc). They’re animals, dammit, let them be animals. Even editing video of a monkey so that it’s imitating a human is suspect.

Slow people who block the way. Move to the side, you inconsiderate fucks!

Like alimarx said, noisy shoes. Oh yeah, way to go, shoe designers: build shoes that announce their owner’s arrival. Great way to tip off that mugger around the corner, eh?

The evil bastards who decided that phonespamming me and leaving messages was a great way to drum up business for your little rat-pack moving outfits, scamster vacation giveaways, and fitness clubs. As it happens, I’m looking for someone to move some furniture. But it won’t be you.

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Some of these hatreds are not that irrational, but here goes.

  • The word “slacks” (referring to trousers). Hate that word. Same goes for “pop” (soft drinks like Pepsi-cola). HATE THAT. HATE HATE HATE that. Can’t do anything about it, though. It’s a regional term, so I know it’s irrational to hate it. But I do. I’ll never utter the loathesome word when I am referring to my Pepsi cola.

  • Calling any piece of music a “song.” It’s not always a song. It’s sounds beyond stupid to ask me, “Who wrote that song?” when I’m playing a symphony or something. It is not a song. Songs have singing—you know, lyrics. There are many, many types of music and they are not all songs.

  • Slacker whining. Okay, this isn’t so irrational. I keep seeing this. “But it’s too hard to learn how to do this thing, so I’ll just cheat, or steal someone else’s work!” GAH! Who raised these whining losers? What makes them think that they are exempt from working to get good at something? Why is the fact that it’s “hard” for them somehow mean that it’s okay to steal or cheat or use some sleazy shortcut?

  • Related to the slacker whining: Giving up too soon and then whining about it. You didn’t give up because you gave it a good try but decided that you don’t have what it takes (or that you just aren’t all that interested) but because you were too lazy or insecure. “But I wasn’t the best in the class!” Or, “But it was too hard! I didn’t get immediate results!” are piss-poor reasons to give up on something that you claim that you want to do. But if you want to give up because you’re too lazy or gutless, fine. We all are entitled to be lazy or gutless now and then. But just don’t WHINE about it and act as if you deserve sympathy. Gah! Whiners!

  • People who assume I care about their shitty musical tastes, or who express snobbery because they think their particular brand of shitty music is somehow better than someone else’s type of shitty music. It grates on me. Look: it’s all shitty, at least from someone’s perspective. Get over yourself. Just enjoy what you enjoy, and leave me and everyone else alone. Your tastes are probably not all that much better than anyone else’s. Don’t look down your nose at people who listen to Country, or Rap, or Rock, or kiddy-pop, or whatever. Oh, okay, I admit I get sick of people who follow along like blind sheep with the current musical trend, but honestly? If they shut up about it and don’t expect me to listen to their crappy music, I really don’t give it much thought.

  • People who talk about being “bored” all the time, as if they are some tragic victim. Look, we all get bored at times, and sometimes it can’t be helped. Stuck in the waiting room for hours is bound to make you bored. But if you are “bored” for an entire month, or a year, but you have access to the Internet, stores, a library, etc., and are not suffering with any form of depression or emotional problem, there really isn’t any excuse to be bored. My gosh. Read a book. Learn a new skill. Don’t just sit there like a lump complaining about how “bored” you are, and waiting to be “entertained.” Get off your ass and stop the whining about being “bored.” Gah! I’m bored just listening to you whine. No sympathy, you slacker.

Hm. Seems to be a lot of stuff here about slacker whiners, eh? Well, I guess it was on my mind today.

Okay, that’s enough for starters.

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It’s “Jared,” and you’re not alone. And here’s another one.

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Ooooh goody :rubs hands with glee:

Unpronouncable / nonsensical user names on message boards. If you expect me to communicate with you, at least pretend to be a human being.

**Tom Jones. ** Never was, and never will be, any more fanciable than an oversized pork chop.

Slobbery dogs. Make me retch.

Yoofs dressed as oversized toddlers in their big baggy tops and bottoms falling round their knees. Time was people stopped dressing that way once they learned to dress themselves.

leetspeak.

**People who call any kind of keyboard / monitor interaction “playing on the computer”. ** (Hi Mum!)

People over the age of 10 who read comics.

Opera.

That’ll do for now.

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I hate when people post perfectly rational hatreds to the “Irrational hatreds” thread.

That doesn’t even make sense. Toddlers don’t dress themselves and nobody dresses their kids this way.

:eek:

…you ignorant woman…

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Toddlers have traditionally been dressed in baggy clothes they can cope with themselves - big trousers they can pull up easily, big tops which go over their heads easily … until they are old enough to cope with fiddly buttons, zippers, ties, etc. Once they can manage these things they dress in more “fitted” clothes. To me it always looks like those “yoofs” I mentioned have never gotten beyond this stage. :rolleyes:

You’re right … I should have put “read” in inverted commas … :smack:

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So I’m currently on issue 133 of Hellblazer, and I sure as heck know I wouldn’t want any 10-year-old to read this. Hmm. It’s $3.50 per monthly issue, it’s a largely graphic medium (graphic in more than one sense!), and you buy it in a comic book store.

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[QUOTE=Shrinking Violet
People over the age of 10 who read comics.

I don’t have the heart to tell her she has the name of a comic book character :slight_smile:

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[QUOTE=Nordic]

[QUOTE=Shrinking Violet
People over the age of 10 who read comics.

I don’t have the heart to tell her she has the name of a comic book character :)[/QUOTE]

Really? :smiley:

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I irrationally hate:

Sarah Vowell. I hate her fingers-on-the-chalkboard voice fucking up my enjoyment of This American Life. I hate her stupid opinions and taste in music and her rodent face. I hate that she misuses “begs the question.” I hate her!

Smoothies. I hate making them, I hate the people who order them and the stupid “Oh boy, I’m getting a smoothie!” look on their faces. This irrational hatred makes me feel bad. Unlike Sarah Vowell, who is truly a stupid bitch, these are okay people who just want a treat and their only mistake is that they want me to make it for them. I fuckin’ hate making smoothies.

My SO’s 12-year-old nephew. This is another one that makes me feel bad, but I HATE this kid. He has no idea how to have fun like a regular kid, always wants to know what we’re playing next when we fire up the Red Faction II, and is incapable of living in the moment and enjoying himself. And he’s so spoiled because no one in the family attempts to correct any of his horrible, belligerent behavior because he has some learning and emotional problems, so he’s special. Plus he treats my SO like a god. He’s say that he’s his slave or bodyguard, and he’s literally created a mythology about my SO, like he’s the strongest person ever and shit like that. He’s the type of person I would have avoided and probably ridiculed and ostracized when I was 12, and that irrational desire to not only not associate with but to want to destroy a person like that is still with me and I’m 25! I realize that this makes me a very, very bad person, to be such a dick about a 12 year old. But it’s true, I really hate that kid.

Wow, that was like confession. I feel a little better. I just really needed to vent, I guess. Thanks.

ZJ

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Those irritating no-life dipwads who point out each and every tiny little mistake in the translated Initial D manga and harumph about how it’s more evidence of Tokyopop’s “butchery”. Guys, it’s been thirteen volumes. They’re as tight as they’re ever going to be. Either live with a few typos or learn Japanese, just quit clogging the message boards with this BS! (While I’m at it, is it really necessary to start a new thread for each and every such minuscule slipup you happen to find?)

For that matter, mindless Tokyopop-slagging numbnuts who invariably:

  • Get their facts wrong.
  • Continue to harp endlessly on proposed changes that were nixed over a friggin’ year ago.
  • Blame Tokyopop for stuff they had no part in (the nicknames in Arcade Stage are a particular sore point for me).
  • Blow everything horribly out of proportion. For the last time, Tokyopop DID NOT CHANGE the relationship between Natalie and Papa!
  • Demonstrate that they know absolutely jack beans about how anything in America works. Name one manga company that wouldn’t have altered those two flippin’ panels over the course of the entire manga if it would’ve meant avoiding the dreaded “adult” label and all the headaches that come with it.

That there is never any justice in the Olympics. Any professional league in any country in the world that allowed the results from an incorrectly set piece of equipment to stand, or didn’t allow a judge to change an incorrect score, or blatantly fixed a basketball game by allowing some random clown to put three seconds back on the clock, enforced a nonexistent rule which allowed the winning baset, and then fixed the ruling body that decided whether to allow a protest, or routinely gave wins to fighters that looked like they were run over by an SUV, or got freaking videotape evidence that it was utterly corrupt would be sent down in flames within a year. Even if the national government or ruling body didn’t outlaw it, the fans would pay to see an utter mockery of sport. Look, it’s very simple…you break it, you fix it. So why the hell don’t they??

Stupid idiot moron dimwit cement-for-brains parents who insist on taking their screaming kids everywhere. The bookstore. The arcade. The mall. The community college. The auto body shop. The unemployment office. The Satellite City Hall. For crying out loud, there are playgrounds, parks, beaches, day care centers, nature walks etc. etc. all over the damn state, why not spend some time there?

The Patriots winning the Super Bowl twice Orochi freaking knows how. Okay, once is a great feel-good story for a franchise that’s had enough misfortune for ten teams, but twice is just creepy. Some other team in '05! The Lions! The Cowboys! The Falcons! I don’t care!

Mainstream news. All of it. They’re not even trying anymore.

AND ANOTHER THING…

[This post has been cut off to avoid going on for several more pages. And if you don’t think it could’ve, you don’t know DKW.]

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THANK YOU! I can’t STAND her jerkoff voice, and her pompous, condescending take on even the most pedestrian subject matter just makes me want to strangle her. She has obvious, boring taste in music but parades it as though she’s Lester Bangs reincarnate. I can’t stand listening to her blow Ira Glass for one more week, either.