Sports. I’m another person who just doesn’t see the appeal. Why should sports figures be so admired and well-paid for doing something that has no real use in most people’s lives? And I’m supposed to waste my time watching them do it? And cheer them on?
MST3K. Lousy movies with comments you could get from your average junior-high student. You need a scripted TV show for this?
“Reality” TV. Who cares?
SUVs. Dangerous gas-guzzling tanks. Just what we need.
BabaBooey - Look, disagree with my posts all you want…but don’t you ever try to deny me the right to start a discussion, understand?
You thought I was kidding about Tekken? You thought that I made my judgment without actually playing Tekken (okay, Tekken 3, but let’s not split hairs even further here)? Sheesh, and I thought the poster who claimed that I was a homosexual was several parsecs off base. (In the interests of not starting another damn flame war, I will avoid the “putz” icon here, even though I think it’s appropriate.) For the record, I’ve played Tekken 3 extensively for the Playstation; I own it, in fact. Here’s what I discovered: The controls are awkward and unlike any other fighting game I’ve ever played. It’s really, really hard to remember anyone’s attacks. The system is really hard to get used to. I later discovered that a movelist takes up a whole page…and that’s not even taking into account the endless chains, reversals, counters, etc. etc. It’s not a fun game to learn. And judging from the kind of play these games have gotten in the arcades I go to, I’m not alone in this sentiment.
Oh, as far as “bitching about what other people enjoy” goes (and I remember something about how these things have perplexed me for years)…let’s hear your defense of smoking. Or day trading. Or golf…and I don’t mean the PGA, I mean amateur golf. The kind that doesn’t pay for its troubles.
All I’m saying is, don’t talk smack unless you can back it up.
Sheesh…OP bashing. I’ve seen everything. :mad:
MGibson - Oh, sorry. I should have said hardcore mountain climbing. Really, if you haven’t already, you should give Into Thin Air a read. The things these people voluntarily put themselves through is incredible. And that’s even before tragedy strikes.
Oh, you poor, misguided person…
All of mine have been mentioned.
Baggy clothes
rap musi
reality tv
golf
celery(and cooked broccoli, for that matter)
SUV’s(except the Pathfinder, it’s pretty cool)
The Grateful Dead
and my own addition
shoes designed to make you look taller
One, you’re not fooling anyone. Two, if you’re wearing platform sneakers, you must be stopped! I guess I can understand high heels, I just think they’re stupid. But when I see women(to be honest, mostly teens) wearing these monstrosities on their feet, I just want to tell them that guys really do not care how tall you are!!! And I get a ‘frankenstien’ vibe.
Diet Soda - How can anyone drink this crap? It tastes like industrial waste. If you’re that concerned about your waistline wouldn’t water or OJ taste better?
“Friends” - I can’t believe a show this unfunny made it past 13 episodes.
The Horoscope - Grow up.
Jewelry - I don’t see the point of spending thousands and thousands of dollars on a piece of metal with a rock in it. At least a Porshe has some use. Jewelry seems to serve no purpose other than to announce to the world how much disposable income you have to piss away.
I couldn’t agree more about the cellphones. I don’t even like having a phone in my house. People ask me, “Well, don’t you want people to be able to get ahold of you?” NO!!!
Whoohoo…it’s the elitism thread… 
I work for a company that’s involved with dog shows. Like any hobby you find things to enjoy about it the more you’re involved. On the comformation side, breeders seem to enjoy them because they’re involved in breeding the “perfect” example of their breed over the years. They like showing off their favorite dogs. The performance side is just damn fun. If you’ve ever seen agility trials, you’ll know what I mean. It’s pretty darn hysterical to see some of those dogs go through their paces.
Uh, well I’d better contribute my own. Eucher. Don’t get it. Don’t like it. Certainly don’t understand the need for tournaments. Yuck.
Yeah, porsches are fun, but not very practical. That’s why I sold mine and got a Cherokee. Now I can carry more than one passenger and a verbal message.
Amen.
In clubs or restaurants, where you have to yell at the person you’re with sitting next to you, to be heard. Why is this necessary? Also, why is there the need to crank up your car stereo with the windows rolled down? Just so everyone is forced to listen to the crap you listen to? And why don’t I ever hear good music out of these cars?
…and, I’m sorry, but Sushi…I’m Japanese and I still don’t get it.
Pornos: Close up shots of the least attractive body parts set to crappy music, crappy lighting, and crappy actors.
Foot Fetishes: Even when people have good looking feet, they’re still not all that appealing.
The Lincoln Navigator, et al…: OK this I REALLY don’t get. A luxury automobile equipped for use to play in the mud. I think that BMW, Lincoln, Cadillac and Mercedes (as well as anyone who’s bought them) have all just sold out. Just buy a ford.
Equally aggravating is the fact that they don’t make any family cars large enough that aren’t made to be SUV. It’s all a scam, “Let’s stop making cars that fit a normal family, but instead, take a similar car, give it a gas guzzling engine, make cosmetic changes to it so that it looks like a tonka truck, and charge X amount of money more.”
Well, as the resident stand-up comic, I’ll be more than glad to try to enlighten you, if you tell me what it is you don’t get. Is it sitcoms? Stand-up? Improv? How Carrot Top ever made a career?
"John and Emma" morning radio shows with no music: I have six radio stations preset on my car stereo, chosen for the different kinds of music they play. Except in the morning, when all you can get is “Bob and Tom”, “Jamie and Danny”, “Steve and Brian” etc., which I think are syndicated, and the others have local clones with two hosts making jokes and talking to callers. Dammit, if I wanted to listen to talk radio, I’d switch to AM. When I turn on the radio I WANT MUSIC.
Watching ‘Pan and Scan’ movies: All real movie fans prefer widescreen. Why anyone would want half the picture chopped off baffles me.
Breast implants just for size: I understand reconstruction, or evening out uneven breasts. But just to increase size when there is no medical problem? Hmmmm, how to put this delicately? My fiancee wears a bra, but it’s strictly out of social convention; on her it serves no practical purpose. And I think she is exquisitely beautiful just as she is.
Various strange fashion trends:
Pants worn low on the hips with boxers hanging over the top.
Visors worn backwards and upside down.
“Shorts” that hang down to mid-calf.
Paying three times as much for the same clothing for privilege of having the word TOMMY on it.
Posting false business hours: Why claim you’re going to be closed for the weekend, then stay open as usual?
Not conforming in exactly the same way as your friends
Being a “long time” fan of a sports team: I can understand being a fan of a particular player, or of a particular team at one time. But team members change over time. The 2001 Cubs are an entirely different team from the 1980 Cubs, yet there are people who are Cubs fans regardless of who happens to be on the team at any one time, just because they’re the Cubs. And long time college fans make no sense at all, especially when it is for a college one didn’t attend.
SmokingI understand why people smoke; it’s addictive. What I don’t understand is why anyone starts smoking. It is unpleasant when you start, it shortens your life, it makes you less healthy while you’re still around.
Vandalism: I understand theft. I disapprove, but I understand. You actually get something when you steal it; you end up better off. But vandalism gains you nothing, it just harms others. The outside of my classroom gets spray-painted every couple of weeks, and the custodian paints over it within a couple of hours. The only thing the vandals accomplish is inconveniencing our custodian for 15 or 20 minutes, at the same time risking going to jail or juvy. I cannot see any upside.
Damn. Most of mine got mentioned, so excuse me for any duplication.
Dale Earnhardt memorials. Here in west Orange County, Florida, it seems as if every third pickup truck has a “3” sticker in the back window, along with text like “WE MISS YOU DALE” and “YOU WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN.” I’ve seen “3” flags flying from houses, and a couple of garage doors embellished with a large inverted italic “3.” As the weeks go by, the intensity of Earnhardt memorials is on the rise. You don’t see this level of Dale worship in other parts of the Orlando area, either. It seems concentrated in west Orange County, with Winter Garden being ground zero, or rather “ground 3.”
Smooth jazz. Every artist sounds the same. All the songs sound the same. The fans are mostly pretentious, upper middle class yupsters that listen not because they like the music, I’ve found out, but because it offers validation of their “upscale” lifestyle. I feel sorry for those I left behind in Denver – with the increasing affluence of the city, you just cannot escape the smoooooth sounds of the saxophone.
Jam bands. Not that I don’t like the Grateful Dead, Dave Matthews, Phish, and so on – I enjoy hippie rock in small doses. I don’t get the “scene” – the obsessive tape trading, following bands around the country, and so on.
Sports fanaticism. I’m not talking the everyday “Go Bills!” or “Go Broncos!” variety, but the folks who live, breathe, sleep and drink professional sports. There’s the baseball stat nuts, who know which left-handed batters have the best performance in the bottom of the seventh inning during night games on odd numbered days (excluding Coors Field, or course). There’s the college football nuts, that for some reason give a damn about games involving the likes of Western Kentucky Tech and Oklahoma Panhandle State College, even though they live in Maine.
Loud music. Seconded, and thirded, and fourthed. What’s the point of music in a restaurant that’s so loud that you can’t talk with others in your party? The loud music is only made worse by the high cielings that most new restaurants seem to have. Do people really like music that’s so loud it’s intrusive?
Smoking:
I can’t argue that it’s a vile, evil addiction (as I’ve stated elsewhere on this board). But as to “Why start?”:
In my case, as with many other people my age, it was pure, simple peer pressure. Smoking was considered cool back then. Most grown-ups smoked, and it was easy to obtain cigarettes. If I remember correctly, Fonzie was a smoker. All the “cool kids” would sneak out of school between classes to light up (this is where the term “hotboxing” originated, I believe). I used to buy my nails at the laundromat down the street for 35 cents (!) a pack. And once you get started, it’s damn hard to quit. Trust me, I know.
As for Bob and Tom: As a native of Indianapolis, I heartily, sincerely apologize.
Ditto on the sushi and caviar…that is raw fish. Where I’m from, that is called “bait.”
Small dogs. Where I’m from, that is called “bait.”
Gun Control…sigh…<shakes head>
Baseball cards…
Men who don’t open doors for women…
Women who don’t at least unlock the car door for the man who just walked all the way around the car to open their door for them…
Most of those hadn’t been mentioned yet…
–==the sax man==–
Sex that involves feces and/or urination. What the hell is the appeal of a woman putting a coiler on your chest, or vice versa?
While we’re on sex, S&M. I mean, I can understand tying up or handcuffing, but pain? Please.
Suntan booths/beds. Yes, please let me pay $20 hour so I can get skin cancer. Will you at least through a pack of smokes in too? Better yet, can I get a booth/bed that I can smoke in?
Sushi. Raw fish? 'Nuf said.
The Pontiac Aztec. Who in the hell could that “car” appeal to? I mean, its soooo damn ugly!!!
Diet pop. It tastes like shit. Really. And if you don’t think it tastes like it and enjoy it, then drink some water. Its better for you and cheaper (well, usually). As well, there is some evidence that it can contribute to cancer too (well, what doesn’t nowadays?)
Already mentioned, Drugs.
Ditto Dale Earnhart memorials. I’m sure he was a nice man and a great racer. But a hero? He raced for money, not for the local orphanages and old folks homes. Come on, get over it.
I’ll try to think of some more as the day goes on.
Collect Call companies. Save a buck or two? Heck, I can save you a bunch more money than that: I’ll pay for the call myself. I’ve made about three collect calls in my entire life. I can’t imagine making enough of them that how I call affects somebody’s phone bill, and if, somehow, it does, BILL ME! I’m good for it.
D00dsp33k. Christ. Learn to type. And no, I don’t care about your l33t skillz or who you just r0xx0red. Go aWaY!!!111!
Smoking has been covered…
**Mosh pit shoving **. Now I understand pogoing (showing my age with that phrase), stage diving, and slam dancing as ways to release energy, but what’s up with taking off your shirt and slowly swaggering in an oval shoving everyone within arms reach? WTF? It’s too slow to be a reaction to the music or to burn off your hyperactive energy. You’re taking up valuable pit real estate. I just don’t get it.
**Bukkake **. Videos from the aisle in the back are supposed to be arousing, not stomach-turning.
**Pontiac Aztek **. Easily the ugliest car on the road.
**Body Piercing **
Televised high-speed pursuits.
Televised golf and bowling. Yes, they are fun to play, but to watch someone else play? Boring!!
Televised auto racing if one believes the line that people don’t just watch for the crashes
Buttermilk - It looks, smells, and tastes awful. Why does anybody drink this?
Soccer- I’m sure it’s fun to play, but I’ve never found it that interesting to watch.
Professional wrestling - It’s been mentioned before, and it’s worth mentioning again. It’s not a sport, it’s Testosterone Opera[sup]TM[/sup]. Overblown, scripted, repetitive, and boring.
Walker, Texas Ranger - Is this show still on? Is it still part of the regular CBS lineup? If so, why? I don’t know a single person that watches it.
Licorice - What a terrible waste of sugar.
pssstt-yeah, but WHO’S getting laid?
GRRRRR…dem’s fightin’ words!!!
Actually, if you watch more often, and pay attention, the riffs are mixed bag-yeah, some silly immature quotes, but a lot are derived from literature, history, art, music, science, pop culture, religion etc etc. They’ve made references to Tokyo Rose, Archduke Ferdinand, obscure commercials, Saint Blaise, Frank Zappa, etc etc. To GET these jokes, you must know who some of these people are. Like, when this one guy said, “Did I ever tell you what I did in the war?” and Servo goes, “I was Tokyo Rose,” well, you’d have to know who Tokyo Rose is…what JH kid knows that!!! HUH? HUH??? AAAAHHHH!!@!!!
Okay…I’m better now…whoooo…;
I wear platforms because I LIKE them, btw.
(Oh, and my defenses aren’t negating what other people are saying, just offering MHO…you’re welcome to tear apart what I like!)
I don’t like people blabbering on their cell phones 24/7, but I have to admit, I DO feel safer going into the city with my mom’s. She insists I call her when I get off the bus and when I get on the one to go home.
My mom hates widescreen-she keeps saying it cuts off the movie! No matter HOW many times I explain it to her…although some widescreens aren’t any good on tvs that aren’t also widescreen…
Soaps-I can explain. THey are incredibly incredibly bad. But they can become addictive, because you may just be flipping through, watch one just for shits and giggles, and then you want to find out what happens…so they make you wait for the next installment, and so on…
Okay, more things I don’t get:
Fabio
Hair Bands
Mullets
Grateful Dead
Nascar-you’re watching a car drive around a track 50 times…I’d rather watch a wall of paint dry.
“If one believes the line”? Bite me. I don’t watch for teh crashes - I wince every time. You wanna think that’s just a line, you go right teh heck ahead. :rolleyes:
I’m not going to try to explain waht I find appealing about it, as that’s not what this thread is for and I’ve yet to change anyone’s mind about it. I’m just annoyed at your choice of words there.
Things I don’t get:
The Dale Earnhardt memorials. HE’S DEAD. GET OVER IT.
Reality shows. You wanna see reality? Try turning off the tv and leaving the [expletive deleted] house once in a while, eh?!
Tofurkey. It doesn’t taste like turkey. It tastes like tofu. Just because you put it in a turkey-shaped Jello mold doesn’t make it turkey. Geesh.