Riding a motorcycle. My husband LOVES it. He just bought a Fatboy and he spends a lot of time looking for accessories. Once the weather warms a bit, I expect he’ll be doing a lot of riding.
For me, it’s sheer torture. I’m constantly terrified of other vehicles on the road. Riding along is noisy and uncomfortable. I don’t like helmets. I just don’t like motorcycles at all. I’ve been to several Bike Weeks and now he’s pushing for us to go to Sturgis - I can’t imagine too many things I’d enjoy less…
[QUOTE=Skald the Rhymer;16065037
While I respect your right not to care for cheesecake, I think you’ve simply not been given a good one to taste.[/QUOTE]
And I suggest the same to everyone who thinks they don’t like fruitcake.
Your mind must boggle at the success of the Transformers movies. Weren’t the Transformers originally toy robots included with Happy Meals? (Or maybe it was another chain’s version of the same.)
Watermelon. I like watermelon-flavored things, but not the real thing.
Dark, loud, smoke-filled bars.
Vinegar-based BBQ.
Viral fads. I’m thinking specifically of this lame-ass “Harlem Shake” thing. Every time I see people doing it, I just want to scream “STOP BEING SHEEPLE, PEOPLE!”
At the risk of being whooshed, is this really a thing where you work? I have zero experience with places like where you work, so maybe that really comes up there from time to time…
Sports.
Wine (and most alcohol in general).
Parties.
“Celebrity” culture.
Religion.
Babies and toddlers.
“Man child” comedians like Adam Sandler.
Porn.
Fashion.
Gourmet food (for the most part).
Skald said it first, but professional sports leave me puzzled. Why on earth would you want to watch a group of men in matching outfits play with a ball? Why? You’re not getting to play… You don’t know them… No matter what the team’s name is, they’re probably not from your town, or even your country. And in our case here (Cowboys) their owner isn’t even from our state.
I can understand getting interested in a neighborhood, or even a school team. But what on earth motivates people to watch professional sports?
I think a lot of it may be that people used to play, or always wanted to play, and wish to see something done that they cannot do any longer. From there is goes to tribalism. I mean, if you think Americans are crazy about sports, google English soccer riots - people have taken it to a level beyond sport.
Someone said manicures and pedicures. I’ll take that a step further and say being “pampered.” The idea of going to a spa for a massage, for example, just creeps me out. Someone once gave me a gift certificate to a spa and I was like, gee, thanks, you don’t know me AT.ALL. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. (I went and spent the certificate on hugely overpriced shampoo and conditioner.)
I hate having my hair done, though I do acknowledge the shampoo part feels good. I just can’t let go of the idea that the person DOING the personal care service would rather be anywhere else in the world than washing crud out of my hair, digging crud out from my nails, or <gasp> applying their hands to my bare skin. There is no way in hell I could ever relax enough to make any of this bearable, let alone fun.
I do put up with the hair stuff because it only takes a few minutes and hell, I’m not going to cut it myself.
<blatant brag>The closest worthwhile beaches are 10 feet from my back porch. </blatant brag>
As far as the OP…
I don’t get the appeal of pie, or most other desserts for that matter. Home baked apple pie is supposed to be some sort of universal sign of goodness. To me it is just meh.
Watching most sports except for ice skating and gymnastics.
The outdoors (gardening, camping, picnics, beaches, etc).
Reality TV.
Parties.
Drinking alcoholic beverages - don’t like the taste of ANY of it and don’t like the feeling of an altered state of consciousness. Really, really can’t understand it. Relatives who are wine aficionados tell me “oh, try this one, it’s really sweet” and I’ll take one sip and think it tastes like UNsweet, fermented crap.
Flip flops, other sandals - NOT real shoes.
Chocolate chip cookies (especially hard, crunchy ones).
