That’s what I was going to say. Even hypocrites, ironically, hate hypocrites.
No, my daughter fucking loves that.
Oh, please let the answer be Foster the People.
Cilantro, if you know what’s good for you
People who tell us what’s good for us. 
I’m still going to go with telemarketers. Even telemarketers hate being telemarketers.
Mrs. Napier loved Bob. Beats me why. But she’s definitely somebody, so Bob’s out of the running.
Another vote for dog shit. And Kelly Clarkson.
Jehovah’s Witnesses
Or just Celine Dion.
Never met anyone who likes the Star Wars Christmas special. Especially those involved. Andy Dick probably hates himself. Westboro Baptist Church help the NAACP and KKK find common ground. Illinois Nazis.
- Ants
- Hemorrhoids
- Paper cuts
- Gary, Indiana
- Pauly Shore
Being on the receiving end of years of extreme torture
Marriage?
Chiggers.
Ok, I’ve been thinking… and I think everyone universally hates the following “thing”:
Accidentally killing someone you love very much.
Details, man, details!
Getting one-upped on the SDMB.
Hold music which, rather than being a digital recording and therefore relatively incorruptible, is played on a tape spool that was recorded back in 1978 by a has-been elevator musak electric piano player, and the tape is so old and broken-down that it sounds like the theme some from some numbers broadcast crossed with a heavy metal dentist office. Oh, and, too loud.
Carrot Top?
Vogon Poetry
The screw-worm fly
This kind of automated phone system I don’t mind. It’s the kind that demands that I say something that pisses me off these days.