Irrational hatreds?

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Most of my irrational hatreds are animal-related. I also hate when people dress up chimpanzees for TV shows, movies or commercials. It’s so demeaning to the chimps, and besides, for every chimpanzee you see on TV dressed up like a clown, there’s a 99% chance that after they’re done filming, that chimpanzee will get put into a tiny cage and be prodded with needles and electrodes for the rest of its life. Ha. Ha. Ha. On the other hand, I have no problem with chimpanzees actually who like to wear clothes, read magazines, and drink soda. In fact, I find that rather interesting. But it’s their choice to do that, not a ridiculous facade.

I also hate those “talking” dogs they have on Animal Planet where the dog says “HURRRURRAAAUUUURRGH” and there’s a subtitle at the bottom that says “Merry Christmas!”

The one thing I hate more than that is computer generated talking animals. Okay, it was kind of cute once, around the time the movie “Babe” came out, but it hasn’t been done well since the movie “Animal Farm.” The computer generated talking animal industry has now been used exclusively for annoying commercial jingles. ARGH!

CGI talking babies are even worse. I hope every copy of the movie “Baby Geniuses 2” gets put on a spaceship and hurled into the sun, never to be seen again.

While I’m at it, that reminds me of another irrational hatred I have: I freaking hate dog shows. I hate how the ugliest dogs always win. I hate how they seem to “dehumanize” the dogs (for lack of a better term) and judge them as inanimate objects. I think it’s ridiculous that my $15 animal shelter cat is a nicer, cleaner, and more friendly pet than my friend’s $2,000 show dog. And, you know, I can’t help but feel that giving people awards based on their skills at selective breeding sounds a little…well, “Nazi-esque,” if that’s a word. Apologies to anyone reading this who’s really enthusiastic about dog shows; maybe I just don’t get it. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve always hated dog shows.

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I have no idea why the title of that post was “Kj.” I didn’t type that.

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Mr. Rilch: No, I didn’t see what that guy on the sidewalk was doing. No, that doesn’t mean I have my head up my ass; it means I’m not looking at things from the same angle, physically, as you are. That’s because I’m not the one who’s driving; I don’t have to have my eyes peeled at all times. And why is the sidewalk in your field of vision anyway? Watch the damn road.

Mother in law: Stop drinking. I’m leaving off the “so much” because I think it’s gone past that now. You’re not that old, and you are otherwise in good health. You could have many good years ahead of you if you’d lay off the vodka or whatever you’re terrorizing your liver with.

Customers: You do not need to follow me that closely. And if you’d let me finish a sentence, I could give you the information you need.

Corporation: And while I’m at it, why don’t you tighten up your return policy? You think returns don’t eat into your profit? Maybe you’re right, but just from looking at the sales/returns summaries from my department, it seems that a lot of customers are taking shameful advantage. And when they return an item that’s been used or opened, it has to be damaged out, or at least sent to the people who pack it up all nice and neat again. That costs you, too. But hey, if you wanna be a sucker, it’s your store.

Hair: Stop matting up on me. You know I can’t afford a hot oil treatment right now. Why do you knot up so badly underneath that I can’t even use a brush, but have to work through the bird’s nest with my fingers? Are you trying to con me into getting a soccer mom haircut? Ain’t gonna happen; I’m more stubborn than you.

The poster who complained about adults with crooked teeth: Look, asshole, I would have gladly endured braces so as not to look the way I do now. It was my parents’ decision, not mine. I made it very clear to them that I wanted, needed, braces, and that if I got them, I would never utter a word of complaint, and I was shot down. And now I get some jackass telling me that it’s my fault, and that I should have “sucked it up” or whatever it was they said? Here’s an idea, crooked-teeth-hating poster: Why don’t you pay for my orthodontia?

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What the fuck is a sock monkey?

Caitlin is a pretty name, in the Irish. But when it’s mangled to be pronounced – or, even worse, spelt – “Kate-Lynn” it is indeed horrible. Clue: it’s pronounced like “Kathleen”, only with an Irish lilt. Can you cope with that?

Irrational hatreds from me:

Anime/manga/comic book geekery. You’re a fucking adult. Act like one. Watching or reading the stuff is not so bad (although there’ll be a hailstorm in hell before I look at the cutesy shite), it’s the endless discussion and culture that has grown up around it, and nitpicking of plot points etc: “But that’s ridiculous - in episode 4,325 Bento-chan was revealed to have been trained by the Hyundai Clan, and now it turns out… yadda yadda yadda…” It’s a fucking cartoon. Get over it.

Concrete fucking pineapples on top of gate posts. Especially outside average suburban semis or (worse) council houses. No, they do not make your shitpit of a house look like a stately home. The same goes for statues in your garden, and those fake stone water spout things in the shape of a Roman god’s head. Just fuck off.
Dado rails. Choose a fucking colour and stick with it.

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I remembered another one.

I absolutely hate when people dress up as characters, such as Hello Kitty, or Snoopy, or Dopey or whatever. I hate school “mascots” for the same reason. I can’t go into Chuckee Cheese or whatever the hell it’s name is for the same reason.

Whenever I pass a person in a big stuffed animal suit I want to punch them in the nose! The real nose! And then I want to kick them when they are lying on the floor!

It’s very irrational. I don’t have a reason for it. I just get the urge to SMASH whenever I see one.

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Here’s one of mine. Look, if you cut off a tie my kid gave me, don’t be surprised if you find yourself hitting my fist with your nose next in your series of assults on my person.

The New York Yankees - Who the hell do they think they are running around with their sense of entitlement?

Arrogance in general.

And my number one irrational hatered - The University of North Carolina. Jesus, talk about your sense of entitlement. My hatered for this school borders on the pathological. Actually, if you ask my wife, it skips blythely over the border into a full blown pathos.

Why do I hate them so much? Because they’re Carolina. Do you need another reason?

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Colophon - if anyone starts a thread asking about things we irrationally love, you’ll be top of my list. :wink:

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Got to agree with ‘arrogance in general’ Maus Magill, though in my case it isn’t irrational. :slight_smile:

Not hatred per se, but I extremely dislike the guy who sells me my cheese. Very irrational this.
He never did anything wrong, except maybe asking everytime: “It’s a bit more than you asked, is that okay?”
Since most of the shopkeepers do that, I don’t know why this one irritates me so much. Irrational…

News items that show, again and again [mostly during breakfast], the ‘cleaning up’ of mad cows, or the burying of live chickens.
I’m not a big breakfast eater as it is. Cows, with their legs in the air, being shoveled away, doesn’t make that better.
Oh. And there’s no need to show me, for the sixth time on one day, the drowned horses and sheep because some damn dike broke.
I know it’s cheap news, but once is enough.

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I thought of another one while going to pick up some stuff at my printer today:

I absolutely cannot stand it when people drive with limbs dangling out of their vehicles. I can understand using the window area as an arm rest, but having your entire arm or leg dangling out the window of a moving vehicle bugs the shit out of me for some reason.