It pisses me off when people don’t recognize Clint Eastwood quotes from Dirty Harry movies. 
I’m sorry about your kitten. I get the picture that this boy (and many like him) wouldn’t be really remorseful if something like that should happen. I hope to God it doesn’t take hitting a neighborhood child to make him sit up and realize how reckless he’s being.
I totally agree!!
Oh another thing that pisses me off is people who can’t take criticism, but complain all the time about someone else, or why their life sucks, etc.
Chronically negative people piss me off the most.
I’m not talking about random gritching and most emphatically NOT about gripe lists like this. Sharing disgust with bad behavior can be fun–and maybe even useful. Hell, I mutter away like a peasant-mob extra ready to storm Frankenstein’s castle so subtle cheap shot is intended.
But people who relentlessly seek out something, anything wrong in any situation bug me. They’re the ones who:
- get a raise and complain. It wasn’t enough, it shoulda come earlier, it’ll just kick them into a higher tax bracket, etc.
- get a gift and point out it wasn’t exactly what they wanted–but of course they appreciate the thought. Right. All joy killed; point taken.
- get invited to a wedding, party, celebration just to find fault with the food, company, music, etc.
- always finds a down-side in someone else’s joy: pregnancy? sickness, agonizing labor, expense, crippling responsibility, sleep deprivation. New purchase? too expensive, too cheap, invidious comparisons. In love? never lasts, not really suited anyway, rakes up old history.
You get the idea. Nothing is EVER good enough to be happy about on its own terms. They’re bitter, miserable people who probably deserve my pity but usually I wanna smack 'em until they really have something to complain about.
Veb
Stupid hippies. Can’t stand them.
By “stupid hippies” I do not mean people who care about the environment a lot, have socialist tendencies and experiment with psychalelic drugs. No, I’m talking about the girl who lives downstairs from me. The people who refuse to buy NEW clothes because “The Man wants me to shop at The Gap.” People who do certain things not because they like them, but because it’s not “mainstream.” People who believe stupid non sequiters like “you are all sheep” and “the news lies” without considering the validity of their statements.
For example, the stupid hippie downstairs from me had NO clue who Gary Condit was. Now, whether you actually care about that tawdry mess is one thing. Knowing about its existence is another. When I asked her if she ever watches the news, she just says, “the news lies.” Thank you, ma’am, that excuses your complete disengagement from society.
I hate glittery bumper stickers that say “goddess” or “bitch.” In fact, the only bumper stickers I like are those promoting organizations you actually belong to/actively support, musical groups, and schools you attend(ed).
I hate people who borrow something from you and then lend it to someone else w/o permission (Stupid hippie girl, again.)
Christian Rock. Not because of a religious gripe against it. It’s just fundamentally bad music.
People who, when asked what kind of music they like, say “I like everything” or “I like everything except rap and country.” Invariably, these are the people who listen to the least music and usually rely on their local Top 40 station.
Okay, that’s enough for now or my head will implode.
Getting emotionally charged over an issue and not expressing myself eloquently. (sounding like an asshole)
I hate it when I do that.
People who kiss ass and patronize others. Cut that crap out! You’re insulting my intelligence.
I hate people that figure that just because I listen to the radio and don’t have an extensive collection of underground and college radio music that I some sort of cultural mole.
I hate folks that read self-help or trendy PC books and then think that makes them “cool”.
I hate people that think because I didn’t go to college that I missed some critical human development things… I still had them, just not at college.
I hate folks that figure I’m a cretin just because I drive a car with a loud stereo. If you asked nicely, I would turn it down, but if you swear at me or shoot me dirty looks, I’m liable to turn it up.
I hate folks that just assume they know all about me based on my clothes and personal grooming habits.
I hate folks that figure my Kanji tattoo is just trendy. It has some deep meanings for me, just because every other white-boy on the planet is doing it doesn’t mean shit to me.
I hate people who glory in their stupidity.
People who try to force food and/or drink on you. Particularly meat and alcohol. I’m a non-drinking vegetarian.
People who take food off your plate. I work with a woman who only orders a salad or something light, then tries to eat about 1/3 of yours. She weighs 180 pounds.
People who smoke around me. I have one bad lung, and will not tolerate it.
People who have a prejudice that is so extreme, if you say anything positive about said group, they immediately contradict you. Someone at work asked me what was the most valuable CD I owned, I said “No doubt the 1988 Japanese Phantom of the Opera.” Someone who heard me and hated said group commented “No it isn’t.” It also works with positive prejudices and negative comments. When I remarked that I don’t have any Italian cast CDS because they don’t do many English musicals, said person commented “Yes they do.”
People who got all touchy-feely with pregnant woman’s stomaches and little children. If I was pregnant and had little children and someone did that, I would slap their hand away. It’s just disgusting!
People who, when you rightfully criticize you, respond with “No, I didn’t,” “So what?” or “You do it, too.” Does any of these answers change the basic fact?
I really hate the bumper stickers or license plate frames you see on (usually) flashy sports cars that say, “Saw it, Wanted it, Threw a fit, Got it.”
Excuse me? You are proud of the fact that it makes you sound like a spoiled bitch? I can’t even fathom the type of person who would willing put something so shallow on their car.
(I’m anti-bumper sticker as a rule, but that’s just me. I like my car sticker-free.)
People who feel a need to leave a 15-foot no-fly zone between them and the person in front of them in a line (or queue for those across the pond). Move up! No one will think ill of you or accuse you of frottage (good word, should be used more often) if you stand closely behind the person in front of you.
A corollary to the gripe about swarming salespeople would be salespeople who ask if they can help then don’t seem to know anything except how to operate the cash register with all the pretty lights. It’s a computer store, if you’re going to try and help me, maybe you should actually know something besides “Wait a minute, I’ll ask my manager”
Getting mocked/assumed to be stupid for liking country music. Here’s a clue, jerk-o: my musical preferences have no effect whatsoever on my intelligence! Imagine that! Listening to a singer with a southern accent and a fiddle won’t lower my IQ!!
I met a girl in my Sociology class who seemed really cool, and best of all she just happens to be from my mom’s hometown (she knows some of my cousins and she has a Yankee accent just like mine, which was like a breath of fresh air in the hot, drawl-ful South). She seemed really cool – up until she started going on about how stupid everybody is down here. :rolleyes: I might not be Southern, but I’m also not prejudiced against people just because of their hometowns. She’s going to get far in Sociology with that attitude, isn’t she?
The same girl made disparaging remarks about girls who get married right out of high school, or during or immediately after college. Actually, she implied that any girl who actually wants to get married for whatever reason is probably stupid (unless, of course, she’s just getting married for the money, which is apparently a valid excuse). :rolleyes: I want to get married. I want a husband to keep happy and a house to decorate and a kitchen to make good old-fashioned home-cooked food in. I want a wedding and I want a marriage. This doesn’t make me stupid, just naive and romantic. 
Speaking of being prejudiced against people because of their hometowns, my English teacher is endlessly making pointed Yankee comments - nothing directly towards me, but she knows full well I’m from New York and that’s why she’s doing it. That pisses me off, too.
There was a thread about this last summer.
People who listen to country music (that includes me) tend to like a lot of different types of music (classical, jazz, Top-40). Seems to me that listening to a variety of music types makes for a more well-rounded person.
People who listen to one type of music exclusively (usually rock or rap) are the ones who loudly proclaim that Country music “sucks” and actually come off as more ignorant.
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Oh, that really makes me mad! I’m not only a top 40 country fan, but I’m a classic country and bluegrass fan. It’s even worse for me. Bluegrass hasn’t been anyway near as respectable as it used to be since the movie Deliverance. Ever since then, saying you like bluegrass music apparently also means you rape your cousins. I like what Jeff Foxworthy says about the Southern accent: "Apparently the southern accent is not the most intellegent sounding accent in the world. I want you to know that there’s as many smart people in the south as there is anywhere else, the problem is, we can’t keep the ignorant amongst us off the television! Y’all are gonna be real surprised when you get to heaven and St. Peter says “OK y’all get in th’ truck, we’s goan on up t’the bighouse!”
The “dude” who sits to my left in Western Civ. class in college and feels the need to look past me at his friend, a few rows down and make gesters and mouth out words. And his friend, who does the same. I can see them out of the corner of my eye and when the teacher is giving a lecture, this really irritates me!
- Raindrops on roses.
- Chastity belts on kittens.
- Dimwits driving phonebooths.
- Prostitutes wearing mittens.
They can’t tell you what it does! Or, rather, if they do tell you what it does, they have to tell you all the side effects, contraindications, etc. That commercial would last about 40 minutes. That’s the reason they don’t tell you what Claritin does on any ads. It’s also the reason that ads that do tell you what the product does have so much fine print.
It’s an FTC thing, I believe.
Ohh yes. Tell me about it! One of my favorite sounds is the “O Brother, Where Art Thou” type of music and, for example, Hank Williams III when he’s being honkytonk (as opposed to hellbilly, which he also does well, but that doens’t get me made fun of). I don’t know if you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing Hank 3, but he’s just like his grandfather only twangier. You can actually see people’s esteem for me dropping as soon as those songs come on my mixer.
I like bluegrass too, but where I’m from in upstate New York was actually a big bluegrass center, so it was respected as kind of an artsy-type music. As well it should be if you take groups like Nickel Creek as an example.
1.)people who say there’s nothing wrong when you ask them then a week later, or months later they get up in your face and ask why you were so cold and unconcerned with their problems…bitch, I asked. You lied! Not my fault.
2.)say I ask someone repeatedly to a concert, on me, but they keep saying they don’t want to go. then weeks or months later, they go, “Hey, you know I really wanted to go see Underworld with you that one time.” THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE!
3.)Men who make kissy noises at me, whoop at me, and go “yeah baby!” in my face. What the hell are they trying to do?
4.)Angry men who throw garbage to the pavement, when there was a can within REACHING DISTANCE of them, and then whine about what a horrible world they live in.
5.)People who tell me I should be a model. Models are not thirty pounds overweight! Shut-up! Besides, I’m ugly…why do so few people know it as well as I do?
6.)Women who shave their eyebrows off then draw them back on. Uh, sorry ladies, but you look freakin’ stoopid.
7.)Pamela Anderson
8.)The Man Show…uh, since when is it a good thing to be an ass-hole…then to treat women as these mystical things that are only good for sticking your genitals into and not as people…Oh! Since forever! sorry.
9.)Howard Stern
10.) Breast implants…at least the poorly done variations. Your breasts are not, I repeat, not supposed to be as round and twice as big as an overinflated beach ball.
11.)Men who disrepect strippers, yet think its okay if they want to get drunk and go stick money in her crotch.
12.)People who assume I’m stupid/insane/or a bitch just because I’m not constantly yapping and smiling. Basically to a lot of people shy=idiot. Which is odd, as there is supposedly a shyness epidemic of some sort.
13.)Human resource managers who go, “You’ve only had clerical work, I’m confused…Are you trying to apply for a graphic design position?” Or vice versa “You have a design degree, aren’t you going to quit when you get a real job?” The job you’re offering isn’t real? Hmmm…
14.)My brother-in-law
15.)Ever see those cheesy Robert Morris College Ads, I almost hate those ads more than the school, but pay attention…look for the fat teacher white teacher with the glasses…He accused me of plagiarism because and I quote “You write to well for a student of this school.”
And I could go on and on…and I want to…I’m bored.
People who call up the bookstore and say, “I want to know if you have a certain book, the author is…” or “Can you tell me if you have a book by…?” If you don’t remember the title, but you do know the author, I’m happy to scan all titles by that author to find the one you want, but if you know both, for god’s sake, tell me the title! How on earth do you think I’ll be able to tell you if we have a book if you won’t tell me the title? This is a minor thing that happens so often that it’s beginning to drive me nuts.
Also, when people ask me where certain sections are because they think it will bother me to ask about the specific book they want. Books are not always put where you might think, and it’ll save my time and yours if you just ask me where the specific book is. Case in point: a boy comes in and wants to know where our books on survival are. So I take him to our camping and outdoors section, where we have some books on wildlife survival, etc. Finally, he says, “Well, I’m looking for this little book…it’s yellow…” And I immediately realize that what he wants is The Worst-Case Scenario Handbook, which is not a serious survival book, but a humor book. If he had just asked me where said book was at first, he would have been out of the store in three minutes! But he didn’t want to bother me.
Also, when people ask me where the non-fiction section is. Grrrr…
(I have more. But I’ll stop myself here.)