What are you a purist (or not) about?

Absolutely agreed on this point. I can kind of understand a team like Minnesota having a dome because they might not have as much fan support but, really, Atlanta, New Orleans, St. Louis, none of those teams need domes.

As for my own contribution, I’m an anti-purist when it comes to music. Nothing bothers me more than when people condemn a band for failing to fit in a particular genre. I’m not sure how much this gets said in some scenes, but I hear it often in the metal scene where a band does a soft song, mixes it folk or symphonic elements, or doesn’t have a certain type of vocals it’s somehow unmetal. Screw you, I love the variety, and I like bands that have a distinct sound. If you wanna listen to your pure grindcore or deathmetal, it’s fun too, but don’t pull that true scotsman crap on me.

The National league plays baseball.
The American league, not quite so much. It’s only a matter of time before the AL starts using aluminum bats and has the pitchers throwing from behind a screen.

Mutt, purebred, I don’t care. If it’s so tiny you could kill it with a careless step, it’s not really a dog.

PURIST: Cars. If the engine is water-cooled and in front of the driver, it’s not a Beetle.

Felt on pool tables: I’ve seen tan and red, and I’ve heard of tie-dyed. Gotta be green.

Cars: English, dark green; Italian, red; French, bright blue; German, silver or white. (Some minor exceptions may be considered on a case-by-case basis.)

Hear, Hear!

In the same vein, This is a Schwinn Stingray. This is not. It’s not even really a Schwinn. It’s made by Dorel Industries. Schwinn went out of business nearly 20 years ago.

PURIST: Like a few others, meat. A hamburger is a ground beef patty on a bun. A cheeseburger is a hamburger with cheese. A bacon cheeseburger is a hamburger with bacon and cheese. Steak is steak. Anything else is a condiment and should only be added on request.

Pianos. Wood, strings, or forget it. No, I will not demonstrate my prowess by playing Beethoven on your little electronic toy. Go away.

Butter. For baking, frying, basting, and especially with lobster. I do not want your fake crap, and don’t try to fool me with that half-olive-oil trick. I want butter, and please don’t clarify it, the salty/cloudy bits are yummy.

Peanut Butter. It must be Peter Pan extra crunchy (formerly known as “Super Chunk.”) I went without for almost a year after the rat turd scandal of 2007.

Travel. When I go to a new place, I want to get to know the place. I am not looking for the same shrink-wrapped Western culture experience at different geographic coordinates. I strongly prefer the local bed and breakfast, and I seriously dislike 4/5 star hotels. As long as the bed (or pallet) and bathroom are clean, we’re good.

Meaning. OK, I’d prefer that you leave the l33t-speak behind when you enter a chat, but please can we stick to the topic rather constantly veer off into the same old saw about “who spelled what how, and why?” You know what they meant, develop a response to that, or start your own grammar-lover thread.

White Chocolate is not Chocolate.