For example, I Hate…I’m talkin’ HATE HATE HATE HATE H-A-T-E and that’s hate with a passion and gutful of black bile and putrid humour…
Show Tunes.
You know, like Broadway musicals, singing and dancing and all that crap.
One of the worst moments in recent memory was when I went into a video store and, uggghhh, Moulin Rouge! was playing on the instore TV. I got dizzy and had to go outside and deposit my Mackers on the curb. I’m getting green now just having typed the words.
Alas, even my faithful friends, the always been by my side, summing up and shining a bright little ray of humor on soooo much of life-- The Simpsons-- fail me when they do their musical shows. Please no. It’s like your beautiful lover farting under the covers.
The only musical I can tolerate–and I gotta take it with some JD these days-- is The Wizard of Oz, and that’s only for nostalgia value (and I wike the wittle puppy, awwww).
I’m with you there, Crepitus, particularly Fiddler on the Roof which my step-mother used to play ever single fucking Sunday for a decade. Just the thought of Wonder of Wonders makes me want to bash my head against the wall until I am blissfully unconscious.
I can deal with winter, once those lousy holidays are past (although February gets a little tiresome), spring is wonderful, and autumn is the best. But summer sucks.
Especially those days when the cheery weatherperson says “Another GREAT DAY, with UNINTERRUPTED BRIGHT SUNSHINE and a temperature topping out at NINETY-EIGHT DEGREES!”
That’s NOT everyone’s definition of a “GREAT DAY,” asshole.
When I get to be King of the World, I’m going to hibernate in a darkened refrigerated compartment from June 15 until September 15, and emerge only when the cool winds blow on gloomy days.
Oh, I’ve got one! I’m usually so bitter in the morning it took a disconcerting amount of time for me to think of something that I don’t like, but jacksen9’s remark about Minority Report got me thinking…
I hate the movie Fight Club with a passion. Everyone I know loves that movie. Last fall I was subjected to it twice over the course of a 12 hour period much to my disgust. They have all been duped into believing there is some deep, significant meaning to it. Everyone says things like, “<puffs> You know man, there is like, symbolism…” To this I say, OK fine-- Brad Pitt portrays a man with MPD and a few other psychological issues who leads men to self-discovery by encouraging them to beat eachother senseless. He also makes soap out of human fat-- lets not forget that little gem. Whoa, I am sooooo enlightened wrt the human condition now. This movie has changed my life. I’m going to go… do something vaguely profound.
(That “<puff>” was added for the purposes of some friendly character assassination. I would not even attempt to discuss the matter with someone under the influence of a perception skewing substances-- like popular opinion.)
Coffee. I’ve gotten more tolerant of this one but in high school I wouldn’t even go into a coffee shop because they smell so bad. I I’m from Seattle - the home of Starbucks. The city with a coffee shop on every corner.
The Beach. Any beach. When I was a kid my grandmother and some of her sisters had apartments overlooking the boardwalk in Atlantic City, and my sister and I would spend some of our summers there. Cannot think of anything I hated more than lying out there on a blanket iwith all the hot sun and sand and occasionally dipping into the cold dirty water . . . I usually spent my time on the boardwalk (back when it was a boardwalk, in the lovely, fun pre-casino days!).
I’m with you there jacksen9, I hated that movie for numerous reasons that I have written down and explained to everyone I know that liked it. There were a ton of plot holes.
Also I hate windchimes. Everyone I know thinks the sound is soothing. It just grates on my nerves, and I usually end up having to leave the area.
Walmart - Ok, so I know that not everybody else loves it, but at least 10 times as many people will sing it’s praises, than complain about it. My boyfriend does not understand my absolute hatred for that store.
Similar to Eve, laying out. A nice tan is fine, every once in awhile, I suppose(definitely not a requirement), but it had better happen by a faster method, or accidentally, just because I happen to be out in the sun enough, doing something that I actually DO enjoy, while getting it. I like lounging, I like relaxing, but laying out is neither of these things. It’s long, boring, and mentally painful(physically, as well, as I do have a tendency to burn).
I know I’ll get flamed for this later but, I hate cheese. I hate it with all of my being. I despise its existance. As soon as I take over the world, all cheese will be ban. shiver I hate that crap…
The beach. I cannot understand why people flock by the hundreds to sit/lie on an uncomfortable surface, swim in an unchlorinated bottom of water, and get harassed by drunken guys.
I watched Fight Club after one of my friends–whose taste in movies I usually share–kept on ranting and raving about it. He claimed that not only was the movie entertaining, but that it carried some deeper, esoteric meaning. . .something new and radical that meant something.
I found it only mildly entertaining. As for the philosophical significance. . .well, I could see where it was supposed to be. I could see what my friend was talking about. But you know what? It didn’t seem all that deep or significant to me. It sounded like the sum of a bunch of disgruntled conversations that my best friend and I had over the years. The whole thing struck me as sophomoric. Because of that pretense, I thoroughly hate the movie. Makes me think that if I channeled all MY bitching and “deep” teenage ideas into a movie, I could make a jillion dollars.
Now, as for something else. . .I never liked the X-Files. I hate-hate-hate coffee, even the smell. And I don’t like getting a tan or sunbathing. Oh yeah…and IMHO, blondes DON’T have more fun.
For those of you wondering, that was the outcome of mentally combining “a body of water” with “a place where you can’t see the bottom”. The human brain is sometimes stunningly inept.
I hate religious people that feel the need to share, witness, convert, whatever, there views on me either directly or indirectly. You found Jesus? Great, keep it to yourself!
Taco Bell - And their little commercials, too.
Boy Bands/Britney/Britney clones - Ok, so they have their vocal
detractors, but they’re still way too popular.
Krispy Kreme - These are not real donuts.
White Castle - At least, everyone in St. Louis seems to love it.
SUV’s - Glorified station wagons if you ask me.
Farrelly (sp?) Brothers movies - Dumb & Dumber, Kingpin, etc.
Adam Sandler Movies - He used to be funny.
The Big Lebowski - Two hours of my life I will never get back.
Conversely, I’m the only person I know who really liked The Cell.
Jim Carey in all forms
Krispy Kreme lard rings
most all movies
most all television, especially “Whos contrived, pained, rehearsed Line is it anyway?”
Dogs and cats. Especially cats.
Gum, coffee and anything you smoke
rap, show tunes, R&B, dance, techno, boy bands
gee, i guess most everything, really!
“Nobody enjoys a good laugh as much as I do, except for my wife and a few of her friends” - G.C., M.P.F.C.
