That doesn’t mean it’s a common thing. FWIW, few women look truly good with short hair.
The idea of living permanently in Manhattan/Los Angeles. Too many people and buildings and cars crammed together. A short visit for a concert, show or museum shindig with a visit to some restaurant is ok, but more than 3 days and I am starting to get desperate to get the hell out. Or really, most cities - though Rochester NY is an exception because it is at least familiar and not actually that large comparatively speaking. I could probably manage Fresno, the buildings are short - I don’t think there are many over 4 or 5 storys so it is less claustrophobic.
Crowded loud parties with not enough seating. Especially if it is too hot inside. I detest standing around sweating and having to shout conversations.
Over elaborate food, or overly pretentious foods. I know that place in Chicago seems to have people mesmerized over it, but can I please just have my freaking dessert on a PLATE ferchristsakes?! What do you do, lick the damned table?
I only date women who have long hair. Most, but certainly not all, guys seem to prefer women with long hair.
Pets. I do not get people who are obsessed with their dogs and or cats. I actually kind of like cats and dogs. I think they’re neat and I’ve formed bonds with certain individual animals. But for a lot of people their pets are the light of their life and that just goes over my head. I also think it’s gross that people let their animals into their houses and often sleep with them. I keep such views to myself in real life though. Saying “I don’t like dogs,” makes one about as popular as saying “I don’t like Jews.” Actually, it might make one even less popular, since at least Nazis get to hang out with other Nazis, but even Nazis love dogs.
To everyone who likes long hair on women: When **you **are the one who has to put up with this overly thick mane of mine in the middle of a North Carolina summer, then you can tell me how fucking long to wear it. Until then, it’s my decision and you can deal with it. Anyone who judges me on the length of my hair is not someone I want in my circle of acquaintances anyway.
That dessert looks like someone tripped and dropped it on the table, then squirted syrup all over it to make it look intentional.
Speaking of deserts, I don’t enjoy ice cream. I used to until I became lactose intolerant, but since then I’ve had it maybe once or twice a year over the last five. Last year I didn’t have any. I just have no desire for it anymore. It’s gone from a nice cool summer treat to something I have to plan for by having a dairy pill before I eat it or else bad things will happen.
I’m reminded of Simon Amstell talking to a UK chef famous for weird presentation and using ingredients like toothpaste and dirt: “And after they leave your restaurant, what do you recommend if they want something to eat?”
I like nice presentation - for a while there, I was big on making elaborate cakes (and wanted to smack those people that say “It looks too good to eat”) - but places like that a Mojo aren’t my thing.
My two choices would be potluck suppers and wiener roasts.
Potluck suppers usually involve one great dish that gets snarfed immediately and a bunch of mediocre dishes that I wouldn’t pay for in a restaurant. And everything is lukewarm or cold instead of piping hot.
Wiener roasts involve inhaling a bunch of smoke and getting overheated hands and discomfort from trying to hold a weighted coat hanger perfectly still. And the result? A hot dog that would have been just as tasty if it had been cooked on a barbecue with no effort at all.
Are some of the posts in this thread dated Dec. 31, 1969?
This must be a joke. Unless your shoes are fur-lined and your feet never sweat. Or your shoes are machine-washable. Anything that touches your skin needs to be cleaned regularly. And mist shoes aren’t comfortable on bare skin anyway.
Twitter. If I have something to say to someone, I’ll call them or send an email. Send out a limited number of characters rife with abbreviated words? No thanks.
Reality television. Half of it’s fake and the other half is depressing.
Strip bars. Paying a girl to pretend to be your friend for five minutes is a sad thing to say about yourself.
Woo girls. Ladies, your ingesting a drop of alcohol doesn’t make your shouting “woo!” at the top of your lungs attractive in the least.
Tattoos. The human body is a work of beauty. Why mess it up?
Smoking. Seriously, if you’re under 50 you really should have known about the health hazard of smoking before you took your first drag. Why start such an unhealthy and expensive habit that makes you smell like an ashtray?
Cedar Point. Standing in line for over an hour to ride a roller coaster in the hot Ohio sun isn’t my idea of a way to spend my free time.
Bodybuilding. I’m all for having good muscle tone, but there is a threshold of grossness that these guys (and girls) go way past.
Summer. You stick to your sheets in bed and sweat your ass off when you leave the house. Give me winter.
Uhh I have actually worn boots without socks as a very lazy and slovenly young man…I did not repeat that, talk about open sores and blisters. Painful lesson on the need for socks.
Jesus. No one said you should be shot if you don’t have long hair.
This is one of the most joyless (and oft-repeated) topics on here. I guess that’s one thing people seem to really enjoy that I don’t—making sure everything in the world is criticized to death. Bonus points for making sure that you go beyond “I don’t like <x>” to “I can’t believe *anyone *likes <x>.”
Agreed. Not because I necessarily dislike cake, it’s more that at least 99% of all cake sucks.
And in extension of that, cupcakes. I just don’t get it. It still sucks, but it’s better because it’s smaller?
Also somewhat related to cake, office parties. I like you people just fine when I only need to make small talk with you when I need something from you, and you’re all nice people, but frankly I don’t like any of you enough that I’d hang out with you outside of work. I have plenty of friends already. Why pretend that we’re friends like that just because it’s Christmas, or someone’s birthday (which is almost weekly), or it’s St. Patrick’s day, or it’s turning Autumn, or whatever other excuse you’ve come up with to avoid doing any actual work? Sitting around telling lame office-friendly jokes while passing around slices of terrible supermarket sheet cake and pretending to enjoy the awful “white chili” the creepy IT guy made is not my idea of a good time. I’d much prefer to just sit at my desk and, y’know, do work.
i’ll go with 80% (who knows TLDRC) of the above.
i’ll 3rd on plating food, if it’s good eats i’m not going to be looking at it.
I hate Hitler. I mean, what an asshole, amirite?
This might be hard to believe, but I honestly hadn’t thought about painting myself with chicken gravy, so I’ll add it to my list: Sports, watching sports, listening to sports, opera, hot weather, sports, AMC Gremlins, sports, painting myself with chicken gravy. OK, any gravy and sports.
I know you’re joking, but I hate soup for precisely this reason. Meat, but it’s floating around in liquid? No! Pick a side; we’re at war!
Oh, and can we ever even have ONE thread around here where booze is mentioned without people going “I don’t like to get drunk because I hate vomiting and falling down”? Like, even *one *time can we not have people create this ridiculous false dichotomy between drunkenness and sobriety? Jeezus.
I was not creating such a dichotomy (assuming I’m the one you’re talking about). I said I enjoy good beer, wine, Scotch, and tequila. I enjoy the flavor. I enjoy the buzz. I don’t get, however, the joy of being “drunk,” which to me means spinning head, upset stomach, and partially non-functioning brain. I’ve passed that line accidentally, but I don’t pass it on purpose. I never mentioned vomiting, but I hate that, too 
Yeah, I tried to to that, but you kept setting up that same strawman, so there doesn’t seem to be a point.
Most movies. Too much of a time/attention commitment.
Most games. I do like to play solitaire when I can’t sleep. Other than that, nah.
Seafood.
That’s not why people go to strip clubs boy scout.