I don’t like going to the movies. Seats are uncomfortable, volume is too loud, pre-show ads are annoying, other patrons can be major jerks… I’m just as happy to watch a movie at home from the comfort of my recliner. I watch for the story, not a theater experience.
And the snacks are better at my house, too.
Seafood
Game of Thrones
the Kardashians
Sports. I rarely attend sporting events, and then only if a relative is involved. The last baseball game I attended was my nephew’s Little League season-ender last year. I do like MMA, mostly because when I get dragged to my sister’s house to watch a match on pay-per-view, it’s fun to yell stuff like “Will you respect me in the morning?” when the fighters are in a clinch and everyone else in the room is shouting too loudly to notice. 
Yes, the guys are hot and look good together. I doubt I’m the only one who’s noticed.
“Bohemian Rhapsody”
the book 50 Shades of Gray. It was based on Twilight fanfiction, and it shows. I tried to read it, but found the dynamic between Ana and Christian off-putting. Also it was all the rage among my coworkers a few months ago. Now the teenagers are getting a hold of it. I’d rather direct them to fanfiction.net, they’ll find higher quality writing there (I’d mention the better-written sex scenes also, but I don’t want to get arrested for corrupting minors)
Musical theater
Archie comics. They’re not particularly amusing, so how do they keep being published after all these years? They did catch up with the times by introducing a gay character and marrying him off to his boyfriend, at least.
Extremely spicy food. A friend and I were at a ramen place in Little Tokyo and watched a guy take the challenge of eating the hottest available bowl in the place. The poor guy was sweating profusely and had a small mountain of napkins next to him. His friend, who was recording the whole thing for posterity, tried a spoonful of the fiery red broth and pronounced it “disgusting.”
Coachella and other outdoor music festivals. My sister went a few years ago and loved it. Now it’s overrun by hipsters. Also I don’t like standing around in the sun surrounded by drunk people, getting sunburned, and smelling other people’s B.O. just to listen to music.
Those undersized fedoras you see on “fashionable” people lately. They don’t look good on me, or on a lot of other people.
Dolmas. Yuuuuuuuum
It doesn’t take much effort to lure some Scottish Dopers for beer, don’t worry 
Umm, in the spirit of on-topicness:
Food with bones in/skin on (chicken wings, I’m looking at you!)
The “50 Shades..” novels
Football (the one you guys call soccer)
Golf
Tanning booths
Hamburger “restaurants”-why are there now 10+ chains serving the same stuff? I enjoy a burger and fries once in a while, but who needs all of these places? I sense a shakeout coming.
“Gourmet” cupcakes-how did these all of a sudden become chic?
Paddleboarding: what’s the attraction of standing on a surfboard?
NASCAR: sit out in the sun and watch cars go around…and around…and around…why?
Horse races (like the Kentucky Derby): the ladies hats are fun to watch, though.
Rolling Stones “concerts”: pay big bucks to watch these old men? I can’t get no satisfaction.
People whom the use the Internet to dump their proverbial Allison Reynolds purse all over the place.
This is true of practically any live sporting type event. Why watch it from one stationary seat when you could sit at home in your underwear with a beverage that didn’t cost ten dollars, no annoying crying babies and an unmatched vantage point because of good camera work?
This isn’t a NASCAR issue exclusively.
What does that mean?
That’s what the internet is for, isn’t it?
(And I’m guessing this refers to Ally Sheedy’s character in the movie The Breakfast Club, who dumps her giant purse out on the table, and it’s full of the weirdest random crap. )
Ha! Found it!
I draw absolutely no entertainment from watching television. Whoever created the word counter and productive were basing this on the black box.
Potato chips. Stephen King. Facebook games. Mayonnaise on sandwiches.
Then you, my friend, haven’t lived!
Wow! This is an unreal coincidence. Well, kinda…I don’t hate haters, actually; but, I do like likers!
nm
I don’t really enjoy sex. I like comfort, and cuddling and partnership just fine, but I really am not that into coitus.
Maybe after 20ish years with the same woman, and now separating, I’m somewhat jaded, but it really has seemed like more of a chore to be performed regularly than something I would want to initiate and enjoy.
I suppose the right partner is definitely a bonus. Some people here know me in real life, so this is kind of a watershed moment for me, from a personal disclosure perspective, and a little embarrassing to admit.
It might be part of the reason for the breakdown in my marriage, I don’t know. But regularly scheduled and anticipated sex is not for me. I enjoy it just fine on occasion, like once every month or two, but three times a week? No. Can’t do it. Don’t want to do it. Doesn’t interest me.
Am I broken?
Onions.
Michael Buble (and anything else autotuned).
TV.
Sit down foodie places.
If my choices are La Nouritture Cher and McDonalds I’m going to pick McDonalds every time.
You are dead to me.
For me, it’s chocolate. No, I’m not allergic. I just find both the taste and smell of any kind of chocolate to be vile. And I’m grateful to not have that vice.
Professional sports. Baseball, football, basketball. I don’t follow any of it. Or even college sports for that matter.
I guess I don’t follow *any *sports.
Saunas, hot tubs or even baths. Ew.