Nailed me! I saw that and thought…uhoh… 
Repeating some…
Grown women who are waaay too into cartoon characters like Winnie the Pooh or Tigger or Tweetie Bird and have said character all over their clothes and purse and stickers on their car and stuffed animals in the back window of their car.
People who don’t read and are way too proud of this fact.
People who divulge way too much personal information about themselves way too soon.
Smokers. Yeah, I know it’s addictive and it’s hard to quit, but c’mon. How long have we known just how bad it really is? What made you start in the first place? Not to mention how incredibly expensive it’s become.
Weather Morons. The people who go out in 20-degree weather with just a light jacket and then complain that they’re cold. People who express amazement that it’s “cold” in February. Or the women who walk around in slushy, snowy weather in expensive suede shoes and then complain that their shoes are getting ruined. Here’s a clue: Heavy coat, hat and gloves. Boots.
Mwahahaha! My walls are as off-white and featureless as the day the apartment maintenance dudes painted them. I have a clock, and a few icons in a tiny shrine, and that’s it.
Why? I suppose because I am very much not a visual person. Seriously, I could go blind, and as long as I had a text-to-braille converter that let me read as fast as I do now, I’d be happy. I’ve never been able to really get into art – text and music are my mediums of choice. Hanging something on my walls would require me to expend mental thought that could be put to better use working with words or sounds. And I keep my apartment generally dark, so any artwork wouldn’t be very visible, anyways.
Heh. I love cats and am okay that I’ve never had a girlfriend or boyfriend but the first two describe me, at least at the moment since I’ve not had the time or disposable income to restock my books since moving out of my mom’s house and I’ve been living on my own for less than a year now and thus don’t have much to put on my walls other than a calendar and some pictures. As for the third, my bathroom sets *do *come from Wal-Mart but are utilitarian navy blue since I hate, hate, hate overly ornate designs. I am very anal about design and consider anything too too fancy to be gaudy and an affront to my eyes.
Looks like I’m batting .500 here (note: I hate sports but it’s a handy phrase).
Do you put ketchup on your hot dogs and are you over 12 years old? If you answered yes you are now officially dead to me.
Okay… but. This will be long.
I don’t date women living with someone else or women who aren’t sure if they want kids. Not anymore. My superficial judgment is, “Not in the cards.”
Overly picky women are NUTS when they unconsciously try to marry men who they superficially perceive to be a lot like their fathers-- or try to mold men to being that way. My grandfathers WERE and my father IS broke-the-mold, one-of-a-kind originals, especially among black males. Each in ther own way funny, courteous, loving, stylish, charismatic, devoted, creatively gifted, handsome, hard-working and well-educated. But my unmarried women family members don’t look at these men realistically, only idealized: they also had, spread among them, penchants for being hugely sexist, resentment with white male authority, major egos, rarified intellectual gifts, impatience for even minor incompetence, alcoholism and frustrated ambitions due to institutional racism. Both my grandfathers loved to grandstand. Almost all the men in my family are notorious flirts.
Over the years, I’ve seen my sisters, Mom, Aunt and female cousins plume some desperate specimens looking for Men Like Daddy. But times have changed. The circumstances that helped create men of my grandfathers’ and father’s generation (and reign in their excesses) simply don’t exist now. Also, most black men in America didn’t grow up with fathers willing to give them advice on how to court. So they date men who naturally fall short of this ideal they have and wonder why these men have baggage they can’t (or won’t) handle. But being hopeful and holding out for the right man until they’re over thirty, they keep desperately looking for it.
That’s nuts.
Ties back in with that “Princess” thing: I’m not going to compete with your father figure, baby. I prefer a woman to appreciate me for ME.
I’ve never put these feelings to words before: thanks for asking.
I used to think this was just the women in my own family until I encountered the two “Princess” girls two states and four years apart.
To answer your final question: women who have been in previous live-in relationships may be a little more worldly than the women I’m talking about.
Oh, my. Too much information? 
Ignore and proceed! Didn’t mean to kill the thread!
Come on, people! Keep judging! What about tattoos on the face? I’m thinking: No.
- Bookshelves full of Dean Koontz, John Grisham and/or Dan Brown books (unintelligent )
- Women who marry young. Young is 18 to 24 (immature, hyper-religious or raised in a traditional family).
- People who have never visited another country (I understand lack of financial means but if the means are there, you are xenophobic and I will never listen to your opinion on international affairs).
- People who refer to foreigners as “Those people” (see above).
I’m sure I’ll think of more. I’m an extremely judgemental person.
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People (women and men) who go tanning (this doesn’t include people who go for skin problems, as it can help excema? I think). It’s January, and you’re orange, and your tan is way to even to be from a beach vacation. The fool themselves into thinking tanning in a bed is healthier than tanning in the sun. Guess what? It’s not! You’re still damaging your skin! I take comfort in the fact that my SPF 30 Oil of Olay will keep me from wrinkling for far longer than their tanning will.
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Same goes for women who wear foundation that is 5 shades darker than their skin. Freshman year of college, we dubbed these girls “Oompa Loompas” as they would have orange faces that would end at their jawline. Unless you’re legally blind, there is no excuse for this :o
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Shelves full of only action movies and/or blockbusters. Sure, some of them are good, or even just amusing to watch, but if those are the ONLY movies you own, we’re not going to have much in common
This is all I can think of for now, but I will probably be back later to post some more.
People who use the word “kewl” and/or users of leetspeak.
Aaack! I knew someone would nail me eventually, just surprised it took 65 posts! mmmmm…ketchup! In fact, if you offer me something other than Heinz, you’re seriously suspect. Store brand ketchup? Forget it.
I still don’t get you people with the blank walls. Too distracting? Bumping into them? Wow. It doesn’t even have to be “art” on your walls. How about just cutting some images out of a magazine? Tape something up there! One of my favorite scenes in Paris is Burning was in someone’s apartment where they’d taped images of Paulina Porizkova (sp?) onto the wall, she was their idol. First thing I do when we move is hang stuff. Shoot, if I were thrown in a dungeon I’d be making a mural out of ear wax and toejamb.
Interesting how different people live. Yes, I look at my walls frequently. Fortunately there are a lot of things hung there.
That Blink reference was really intriguing!
I can NOT understand how anyone can get ‘take/bring,’ and ‘come/go’ wrong! It is so obvious that if you’re going away from where you/we are now and carrying something with you, you’re going and taking, and if you’re coming here to where we are now and carrying something with you, you’re coming and bringing.
I take a pretty dim view of anyone I’m listening to who hasn’t figured that out yet.
Heard in a face-to-face conversation on a late-night talk show taped in California: “The next time you visit Europe I hope you’ll bring me with you.” :wally
And another thing – people who say they’re waiting ON something to happen, when what is meant is they’re waiting FOR it, or for someone to show up, or whatever. Unless they’re waiters or waitresses or clerks, of course. They’re the only people I can think of who wait ON.
Newscasters seem to be becoming most infected with this virus lately, often reporting that they’re waiting ‘on’ more information about this developing story. :smack:
Ooo, ooo, I’ve got another one - people who say “I’m not racist, but…” They inevitably are.
I put peanut butter on my hotdogs. So there. 
Stuff that gives me the uh-oh’s about a woman I might otherwise be attracted to:
Overly crabbed-up or stilted handwriting. (I’ve read a lot of handwritten dating service profiles.)
Unintelligent-sounding speech.
Shoddy dressy/office casual clothing.
Ditsy decor, eg: too much fuzzy-kitten stuff.
Trendoid lo-cal prepared foods (Lean Cuisine, Weight Watchers, etc.) in the kitchen.
Stuff I don’t find particularly distinguished about a male acquaintance:
Taciturnity.
Obnoxious confidence.
Clean-shaven heads.
Overabundance of tattoos.
Drinking Bud out of the bottle at a halfway decent brewpub.
Unisex:
Bad teeth.
Conversation about nothing but work, money or lack of it, or people he or she knows.
Overly heavy clothing in summertime.
Obviously once-trendy names (say, with inappropriate k’s).
No obvious sense of humor.
Bumper stickers:
The crooked ones just offend me no matter what. Take a moment and make sure the damn thing’s on straight.
Having 10 or more stickers on the exact same subject, be it Nascar, God or your hatred of religion, your support of the current president or your hatred of the current president, whatever. Do you really need all those stickers to say the same thing?
Having 10 or more wildy different stickers. Make up your mind. It’s just clutter and looks like shit.
Radio station stickers. I just don’t get it. Especially when you have 6 or 7 different radio station stickers. WTF?
Out-of-date election stickers, whether they’re for the President, a governor or city councilman. Once the election’s over, especially if your candidate lost, take the damn thing off.
Vacationland stickers. The white ovals with the initials are kinda-sorta okay, if you have just one or two, but when you have a dozen of them all over your back window, it looks crappy. The long rectangular “South Of The Border” and “DisneyLand!” stickers have got to go.
The snide “My kid is an honor student at Snooty Pines Elementary School!” stickers. I know, Junior brought it home and you feel obligated to put it on, but I just don’t like them.
The smart-ass “My kid beat up your honor student” type. Yeah, you’re witty.
I hate bumper stickers.
Hey, no fair. It’s only unintelligent if you pay full price for 'em. I keep getting my Grisham for fifty cents apiece used from the book bin in the thrift store down the street. All my cheap reads are bought this way.
I am willing to forgive people for blind transgressions regarding a lot of stuff–I have beloved aunts with Country Kitsch houses, beloved buddies who wear way-too-tall heels and get smashed every weekend, and beloved second families with white walls all 'round. I myself used to play loud music in the dormitory…
My big thing, though, is stinginess. Refusing to pay for a comfort or convenience, when one can obviously afford it. I guess that having been in the university scene for so long has sensitized me to it… I mean… get yourself a real effing bed to sleep on and some real effing dishes to eat off of, for gosh sakes you’re a postdoc, you’re making real money. Get yourself a real winter coat. And don’t make me walk the two miles home at 2 a.m. in February… drive me! Gees!
People are doing this recently for the presidential election as a sign of protest. Not me, I took mine off and curled up in a fetal position crying all week. Plus, knowing who to line up against the wall can come in handy. 