I couldn’t come up with a good title for this one, so here’s my two examples:
Convertibles
They look so awesome and are presumably “chick magnets” when you see them driving down the street. However, I once borrowed one for a weekend from a friend and found that the wind noise was pretty bad with the top down, and you get sunburn. The noise is pretty bad with the top up too. You can never leave anything nice laying in sight. On a hot July day when everyone at the intersection looks in envy at the convertible owner, he is probably dripping wet with sweat, repeating to himself how cool he must look as he endures the hot sun blazing down on him.
Satin sheets
What a sexy look – satin sheets on the bed. A short while after my wife and I were married we bought a set and used them for a week. The pillows slide everywhere, the sheets slide everywhere. There is no way to keep anything on the bed for the whole night. We never put them on the bed again after that.
Can you think of any? Don’t forget to explain why!
I came to this thread to post “convertibles” too. Drove one in the UK but it was too cold, windy, rainy, or all three. Rented one to swan around Vegas in, and had to keep the top up because of the heat. On the few days where the weather’s nice, you can’t hear the stereo and your ears get battered by shockwaves every couple of seconds.
Also those inflatable bananas that they tow behind speedboats. Nothing but discomfort, pain and misery.
Sex in water/on the beach/in the woods/in a meadow. It always looks great. Till you get there and realize that water is not a good lubricant (yet it washes away all your own lubricant), sand gets in *all *your cracks, and there are sticks and twigs and bugs and smelly things and dead leaves that stick to your ass. Nature’s just…not sexy.
Snow. Pretty when it’s falling, and is pretty to look at until someone walks through it. Or you have to dig out your car. Or it’s been hanging around for more than 24 hours and it’s all nasty, coated in dirt or salt or sand.
Signed, Phall0106–who discovered her new car is frozen into place due to the stupid snow that fell yesterday. :mad:
Really, really tall & steep water slides. Sure they’re fun on the way down but whoever thought that skidding across water on your back at 30 mph and getting your swimsuit wedged up your asscrack was an efficient and fun means of stopping was gravely wrong.
Teh Intarweb[sup]TM[/sup] on a regular small-screen cellphone.
Sounds cool, until you try to use it and discover that a) it’s unreadable, even with WAP; b) it takes forever to download stuff; and c) it costs about 5c/kilobyte to download the stuff that you end up being unable to read.
The Back Yard Pool. I always wanted one, until I got one. My back yard was not big enough. Either that or my breast stroke was too big. You couldn’t swim a length in that thing and it was too small for water Frisbee, too. And it attracted bugs, most particularly yellow jackets. sigh my mother was right.
When I first moved to Denver I got around via bicycle. Some time during the first year it occurred to me that a bike was too slow, sometimes, so a motorcycle would be better, but still very very efficient. Now, people do drive motorcycles in Denver–but for me, it’s too cold, 10 months out of the year (daytime, & all year round at night) to go that fast while just sitting there. Goodbye motorcycle, hello convertible. Yes, that was actually a better idea. The fact that it was a Triumph Spitfire was not such a good idea but hey, it was cheap. And when you have a 10-year-old Spitfire and a bicycle, and are not yourself an auto mechanic, it’s just like having…only the bicycle.
Seriously. It’s so hard to concentrate and also you can’t really breathe. Not to mention the complete lack of connection between the two people doing it… it’s just one of those situations where it’s hard to figure out what’s going on and in my general estimation, not worth the effort.
Also, reading Sartre’s “Being and Nothingness.” I even tried taking notes. It’s just not going to happen.
I LOVE a nice turkey dinner…or a ham and scalloped potatoes…or a good slow-cooked stew…or homemade bread or pasta. Three hours later after I’ve snacked on all the ingredients I’m not hungry anymore. Maybe it’s just me. I’m either STARVING TO DEATH or else I’m full. Four cheese and crackers later and I’m full for four hours at least.
Seconded. Really frigging uncomfortable, not to mention downright impossible if he bends upwards coz it increases the chance of hitting the gag reflex. Mmm puke, so sexy.
Taking relaxing baths (for me anyway). I sit there getting really sweaty and warm and being bored coz I always forget to bring a book with me.
I sit there getting really sweaty and warm and swearing every 39 seconds because I forgot to keep one hand out of the water at all times to keep it dry to turn the page.
