Which Fleetwood Mac? The Chicago blues version (1967-1970), California rock (1970-1975), the severely successful pop (1975-1983), or the “lost” years (1983-1992)?
(Borrowing from James T. Kirk’s scream against Khan):
spinoza!!! 
I am hesitant to even approach this sacred cow, but I was only indifferent to Terry Pratchett. I kept reading his books convinced that I was reading the wrong ones. I felt like he would always take the cheap joke over the lasting and meaningful bit of characterization. His books were amusing but melted like cotton candy in my brain.
It kills me because many of my favorite dopers adore him, and it sounds like something I should like, but it just hasn’t worked for me.
Another vote for The Doors. Or not even so much The Doors, as Jim Morrison. When their songs come on the radio, I make a conscious decision to listen to the keyboards. The keyboards guy, whoever he is, rocks. But Jim Morrison’s lyrics and vocals annoy me.
(I do admit to a couple good songs; but by and large, I’m just not real impressed. Maybe you had to be there in 1967?)
I like Titanic.
And I think Tolkien is crap. Could you please enlighten me as to why Tolkien has “tremendous merit”, because I simply cannot see it.
I’m with you on Prachett. I keep trying to like him, because so many of my friends with excellent taste like him. In fact, I like the first half of nearly all his books. The third quarter, he seems to get a little bogged down as his story elements start spinning out of control, and by the end, I can hear him going “whew!” in relief that he managed to torture the story into an ending, which is never coherent or meaningful.
At least 12 of his books now, I’ve forced myself to read (mostly so I get the jokes my friends are always quoting each other), and every single one fits this pattern.
I loved his work with Neil Gaiman. But I don’t really like Gaiman on his own either. He’s too studious and takes himself a little too seriously. So I think they work well together - Prachett can be funny as hell as long as Gaiman keeps reminding him that there’s a story here to write.
I’ve tried to like the Beatles, but I just can’t.
Same with Family Guy. It leaves me shaking my head in horror. I never found SNL one bit funny either.
I can’t stand Avril Lavigne. She’s referred to as the “Britney slayer.” She’s really just another side of the Britney type. Speaking of Britney, her little sister Jamie Lynn is an actress of sorts. Og have mercy! Wasn’t one Spears enough?
She was just on Letterman last week. The Machine hasn’t gotten to her. Yet.
If they had, she wouldn’t still have her accent.
True. It’s only a matter of time. At any rate, her accent is peculiar (sounds like it’s changing already), and her voice is grating.
She’s from a small town in Louisiana. I’m sure Britney sounded like that before her evil transformation into teen pop slut.
It’s a type of Louisiana accent that I’m familiar with, but to my ear, she sounds a little different. That could be because of the type of accents I’ve been hearing for the past three years, however.
Sacrilege! 
Actually I think Hendrix was quite creative and I’d say some of his songs are at least as good as some of the Beatles’ later tunes. His flamboyant persona/stage act was, I think, more of an attempt to gain recognition. It’s a shame he died when he did as I belive he still had a lot of great music in him.
I will agree that Jim Morrison is overrated. But not Van Morrison. At least not his early stuff. 
I’ve never considered Terry Pratchett to be a sacred cow; he’s simply never taken seriously by most people, and loved indiscriminately by a very nerdy minority. I despise his stuff; I think joke-fantasy of the Piers Anthony style needs to be burned.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. As much as it disgusts me, I have to agree with Denis Leary’s assessement of Morrison’s career:
I’m drunk, I’m nobody.
I’m drunk, I’m famous.
I’m drunk, I’m dead.
Tolkein is obviously a clever parody.
My number one sacred cow to slaughter:
STEVEN SODERBERGH
I’m an atheist, but if it ever comes up on the G.D., the most successful tack to convince me that God exists would start something like: *If Steven Soderbergh is critically acclaimed, there must have been a devil for him to sell his soul to… *
Or: *The only rational explanation for existence of The Limey is that they needed a movie to show in Hell… *
I’m pretty sure it’s the absolute zero of entertainment. Other movies may offer imperceptible amounts of entertainment, but by definition, they have more entertainment value than the Limey, which has none.
I’m introducing:
Maya Angelou - I know why the caged bird sings, but why does it have to be so goddamn pretentious?
Gravity’s Rainbow - I grant you I couldn’t make it past the first 100 pages but BOY DID I TRY and several times.
I’m seconding:
So glad to see **Andie Macdowell ** or however you spell it mentioned.
The Family Guy
Citizen Kane - not because it’s not a good, well crafted movie, but because it’s ONLY a good, well crafted movie. It’s not the pinnacle of cinematic genius. And if it is, then color me unimpressed with cinematic genius.
Jazz Pick a piece, any piece, it gives me a migraine.
A Confederacy of Dunces - *what * a disappointment. (I don’t think it’s an accident that Steven Soderbergh is executive producing the movie.)
I feel the need to defend:
Seinfeld (the only sitcom I can watch other than News Radio)
Elvis Costello (try Imperial Bedroom and if you don’t like that then call it a day).
Ahem.
E.T. the Extraterrestrial. I just saw this carptacular flick juuuuuuust now and I must say, its astounding how twenty years of semi-hard living and not being a sensitive twelve year old changes your perspective. I can’t believe I cried over this piece of shit. I can’t beileved I laughed at this piece of shit. I can’t believe my twelve year old self didn’t recognize this piece of shit as a piece of shit and steer clear of the theater. No wonder my seven year year old brother looked at me in disbelief as we walked out the theater.
Liz Taylor. Not a scared cow. Just a cow. This is you in thirty years, Halle Berry.
Bill Cosby. Just. Stop. You’re fucking turning into Grandpa fucking Simpson.
Don Cheadle. Fuck you. I should have stuck to my guns and sworn off your bullshit acting self-righteous 'tude a long time ago. But then my FATHER had to praise your performance, so I had to go see Hotel Rwanda and see YOUR vapid, overpraised, overwrought performance… “wrought” being the brand new emotion you discovered how to fake just in time for this movie. Kee-rist. This is one of those times my old man was slipping. The MOVIE is good. The SUBJECT MATTER was compelling. YOU suck, Don Cheadle. You suck castrated, dipped-in-butter donkey balls.
Jon Stewart. Fuck you for having Don Cheadle on last week. Your show has jumped the shark, btw.
Woody Allen.
John Woo
Lemme see, I think the Beatles, Citizen Kane, Hendrix, the first two Godfather movies, Nirvana, Family Guy, and Elvis Costello are great. I also like the the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Doors, Titanic, Survivor, and Stephen King, but more in the category of “good entertainment” than “works of genius”.
But here’s another one: you ever really watch one of the Marx Brothers movies? Don’t get me wrong - the Marxes themselves were great. But their movies? As movies, Animal Crackers, Duck Soup, and Monkey Business were worse than Dude Where’s My Car?. Really great performers in really bad movies.
I’ll join the Seinfeld pile-on.
I’m convinced that only people who live in New York City (or its immediate environs) actually saw any humor in it. Everybody else just pretended to like it because it was the big “hot show.” The characters were whiny, shallow, and unlikeable. The jokes were mediocre at best. The plot was non-existant. Heck, even Jerry Seinfeld admitted that it was “a show about nothing.”
Saturday Night Live must be some sort of scientific experiment. A study to see how long a bunch of bad B-list actors and comedians can make a show survive, based solely on name recognition. Gilbert Gottfried once described SNL as “an average restaurant in an excellent location.” He was being charitable; it’s a dirty, smelly restaurant in an excellent location.
The Simpsons was hilarious for the first couple of seasons, but it’s long past its prime, and should have been retired years ago.
And now that you mention it, Askia, Bill Cosby really does seem to have turned into a grumpy old curmudgeon. I think he’s never recovered from his son getting murdered. It’s a real shame.
I wholeheartidly agree. As soon as I finished it, I dubbed it one of the worst books I have ever read. Matter of fact, I couldn’t even bring myself to read anything else after Dunces for about 6 months. What a horrid piece of drek.
I would like to submit David Letterman. I’ve tried watching his show plenty of times, but can’t even make it through a single episode. His jokes are tired, contrived, and inspire nothing more intellectualy other than thoughts about the better ways I could be spending my time.
Oh, and I have no idea how The Hours could have gained it’s popularity. Total snoozefest with no replay value at all.