Many of mine pet peeves about people are music-related:
If someone doesn’t listen to music, they drop a peg in my eyes. I honestly know people who don’t seek out music, don’t purchase music, don’t listen to the radio (which is FREE), and have no interest in music whatsoever. I will never understand these people.
Just as bad: people who listen to contemporary Christian music ONLY, which in my limited experience seems to encompass pop singers who aren’t as good as secular pop singers, rock bands who aren’t as good as secular rock bands, and vice versa. Look, there’s a lot of wonderful music out there that won’t offend your tightly-held religious beliefs. Give it a chance. Just because your artists perform songs with the word “baby” replaced with the word “Jesus” doesn’t mean they’re any good, and just because mainstream music might not be all about God doesn’t mean it’s an affront to Christianity.
Almost as bad: people who listen to “soft rock” and “adult contemporary” exclusively: Celine Dion, Josh Groban, that horrible song “Butterfly Kisses” from a few years ago… nothing but bland, watered-down glurge. I just don’t get it. Also, it seems like some people hit the magic age of 35 and automatically get programmed to like this stuff. Businessmen, soccer moms, judges… heaven forbid they get caught listening to music with a little bit of passion and fire and technical prowess behind it!
Also, anyone who claims to not read, not watch movies, not watch television… what are you trying to prove, and to who? Don’t even get me started on people who are astounded or amused that I, a 26-year-old attorney, still read COMIC BOOKS.
Maybe the worst of these are the yuppie scum who shell out big bucks for the biggest HDTV plasma screen televisions, the finest surround sound Bose speakers, only the best in home theater equipment… and then their music collection consists of “Rod Stewart’s Greatest Hits” and a Spice Girls album someone gave them, and the only movie they own is Armageddon (in full-screen, no less). All the money in the world won’t buy taste.
Girls (especially on dates) who pick at their food, or leave large portions uneaten. If I take a girl on a date and I’m paying, I won’t care if she orders the lobster or a cup of soup, but I will be annoyed if she doesn’t eat it. One girl on an ill-fated date once made a rude comment to me when I took some unfinished food home in a to-go bag, as if leaving it there to be wasted was “classier.” I never called her again. Ladies, listen: It’s okay to eat. It is attractive to have an appetite. It’s not about us guys being cheap, but the wastefulness is a concern, and the fact that you don’t seem to enjoy eating (which should be one of life’s pleasures, which in turn lets us know how you may handle other pleasures) is a major warning sign.
Finally, assholes who let their big dogs jump all over you, stand up and push you with their paws, slobber on you, keep barking or growling when you’re trying to have a conversation. “It’s okay, Barky’s just getting to know yuh! He wants to be PALS!”, the oblivious dog owners will say as Barky is figuring out the best way to digest me. “You’re ALLERGIC? Oh golly gee, nobody ever gets too sneezy when Duchess is around! You’ll be fine!” Take Duchess away, or I may be forced to boil her. Thank you. “Aww, you’re going to make Little Prince sad! Why are yuh pushin’ him off your lap? He’s just full of love!” Because Little Prince has bad breath, he drools, he farts, and he’s prone to taking chunks out of people too. Fucking oblivious dog owners. They’re full of something, all right.