One more thing:
-Potluck suppers. If I cook a tasty dish, then basically I’m making exchanging enough food to feed 4+ people for enough food to feed one person (me). And most of it is served at a lukewarm temperature instead of nice and hot. I’d rather just chip in for pizza, thanks.
I second that one. I’m no great sportsman and don’t do any sport, team sport or otherwise, but sport is only fun if you are taking part in it. On the boob tube? No thanks.
Much the same here. I read all that good stuff at university, decades ago. I mainly spend my day reading and translating technical manuals. Somehow that just does not leave much time or mental energy for the classics. Which is not to say that one should not read them. But you need to have the time and the interest.
The replies to this thread are mainly about food preferences. All well and good, but food is a matter of taste (no dreadful pun intended) and there is no real need to like anything. The topics here should be more abstract.
My daughter is the same way. She has anxiety issues and meditation worsens it. She gets tired of having her college-aged friends shriek “meditation, mindfulness” at her.
This thread is morphing into “things I hate” rather than “things I tolerate.” Haters should start a different thread.
Dogs / pets
Meh.
The song “Call Me Maybe.”
I don’t dislike the song, but I find it very mediocre (if that’s not a contradiction) and I don’t understand why it’s as popular as it is.
“I’d rather trust a man who doesn’t shout what he’s found.
There’s no need to sell when you’re homeward bound.”
– Genesis
When I’m feeling polite I just let such people gush, while admitting being non-conversant of the author in question. There is no shame in learning what motivates someone else while keeping your own machinations to yourself. Classics exist because they are good examples of what was a good idea when they were created. I won’t tell anyone what they can/can’t enjoy, but I view them merely as historical aides and case studies. Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Byron, and hurk Melville have absolutely nothing to say to me about my world.
OP: Dogs. Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Jazz (except for the horny New Orleans variety). Guacamole. Obedient children–soulless cogs for the capitalist machine. Disobedient children–selfish pricks.
Hells to the yes. Rammstein + Subaru + Turnpike > zen garden aromatherapy meditation and shit.
Oh god I fucking hate potlucks! Hate them hate them hate them. I will tolerate one if I have to, but I’ll be spending the whole time thinking “We each spent $30 on ingredients and hours cooking to eat warmed-over sludge that we have to ooh and ahh over when we could have just thrown in 10 or 15 bucks apiece and had something brought in.”
I started to go meh on corned beef but then I learned you could roast it instead of boil it. Totally different experience.
NYC.
Don’t get the adoration people have for it. It’s a big city and as such there’ a lot to do, most of which hinges on spending money, but that’s true of most big cities. I can certainly amuse myself there, but don’t see why it’s so special that it’s constantly being lauded in books, music, films and nor do they ever explain; it’s like anything NYC is instantly cool because, you know, NYC.
Meh.
I’ve participated in my company’s Thanksgiving lunch potluck every single year. Most of the time I manage to hang back far enough in line to get a decent seat – they force the ladies to the front of the line for some reason, which has the side effect of causing all the women to sit together – and the company supplies good sliced turkey and ham. I always bring an actual food item (though I’ve learned that real cranberry sauce apparently has no place at a Thanksgiving potluck – it’s too similar to the ‘cranberry congeal’ salad, apparently), and I’ll eat what I can identify. Which, of course, eliminates all of the casseroles that show up. 
I’m happy to try new things, but plenty of those crisp brown toppings are hiding some kind of melty cheese, which is a no-go for my gag reflex. Last year was pretty much all casseroles (and a crap-ton of prepackaged biscuits and cheap rolls brought by people who had completely forgotten until the last minute they had signed up to bring anything).
A handful of my coworkers have completely lost all tolerance for the event – most notably, the guy who used to make spring rolls on site the day of the potluck, until the time someone almost lost a thumb while slicing onions for a barbecue. Now food prep is no longer allowed in-house…so, instead of showing up with hours-old spring rolls, this guy just takes a vacation day.
What irritates me is how they seem to claim ownership over everything, even Texas toast. New York pizza? Sorry, but NYC is the last place on earth I’d associate with pizza. (Only slightly behind Chicago).
This falls more into the “I hate” category. When chefs take sushi or sashimi grade fish and fry or grill it.
