No offense, but who doesn’t know that about Steel Magnolias by now? I mean, it’s like Darth Vader’s Luke’s dad, Rosebud’s the sled, the ship sinks, Rhett leaves, etc.
For the great one liners, of course.
I’m not crazy, M’Lynn, I’ve just been in a very bad mood for 40 years!
Miss Truvy, I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair.
The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.
What’s the opposite of impressed? Unpressed?
Depressed?
Various movies were ruined for me when the opening credits said:
“based on a short story by Phillip K. Dick”
(If you don’t know what I mean, then I won’t spoil this for you)
I’ve always opted for “indifferent.”
You are a pig from hell.
I’d rather have one hour of something wonderful than a whole life of nothing special.
I would have to deal with my wife, and I make it a point never to deal with my wife.
Drum loves porks and beans. Eats them with everything.
God don’t care what church you go to, long as you show up.
(Yes, I like that movie. I’m a chick. Sue me.)
I’ll have to watch it again, soon. I could’ve sworn it was “You are a pig. A pig from hell.” But imdb.com agrees with you.
This is football, all anybody cares about is touchdowns and injuries! They don’t wanna hear about that grape shit!
Would you call that color eggplant or aubergine?
I can make any cakes…except snakes. I don’t have the counter space.
Thanks Ouiser, nothing like a good piece of ass!
One of the WORST movies on the face of the planet (50 First Dates), ruined that movie for me. I walked out on 50 First Dates, but unfortunately, not before Adam Sandler’s lame character spoiled the end for me.
I know, I know…my fault for waiting so long to see such an old movie.
I’m pretty good at picking up these things in movie plots, so I think I probably would have figured it out. But still, it would have been nice to do that without prior knowledge.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
As to the OP, when someone comes up and starts even saying anything about having read the book, I stop them in their tracks before it’s too late.
Person who has already read the book: Oh hey, I’ve read that book, you’ll love it, it has…
Me: STOP! Don’t tell me ANYTHING, I’m only to chapter X, and I do NOT want to know".
PWHARTB: Oh, well I wasn’t going to spoil anything it’s just that Character B…
Me: NOPE…Nothing!!! STOP!
I hate that, and I really think that if someone is reading, you don’t go up and bother them unless it’s some sort of emergency.
Oh my goodness, that’s just cruel and wrong! I’m not a fan, but I’m not an anti-Potter fan either.
I just think the idea is mean.
There is a special place in Hell for the people who feel entitled to a book report because I’m reading in a public place. If you want to know about the book, go read it dammit! Stop interrupting me. I don’t know if you’ll like this book. I don’t know you! Asking me is pointless.
There is an ever toastier place in Hell for people who interrupt my reading to criticize the genre of book I happen to be reading at that moment.
Howsoever, their respective locations in eternity are an all-inclusive spa vacation compared to the place in Hell reserved for the people who combine offense one and two with a critique of my life decisions. (“You know, I just can’t understand why a nice (or pretty, depending on whether the offender is an older lady or some ignorant sleazy pick-up artist) girl like you wants to waste her life reading!” Generally followed by a brag about their lack of functional literacy - “I never read!” spoken in tones of self-righteous fervor.) Especially annoying members of this group will manage to tie the genre of book I’m reading into their perspective on my social dysfunction. (“You know if you didn’t read those trashy romance novels, you’d find some boy instead of waiting for Mr. Perfect!” or “You know those sci-fi books just make boys think you’re smart - boys don’t like smart girls!” or “Why is a pretty girl like you reading about all that murder? I bet you’re afraid of men because you read about rape and murder all the time!”)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You people don’t know me, have never met me! You are not my husband, friend, mother or local librarian (who actually has a legitimate beef with me about my reading habits - I tend to check out the new releases in lots of about a dozen. I read fast!) I didn’t ask for your input about my hobbies and social life! Go piss off and pester someone else! Why don’t you go ask the girl with the Ipod over there if she knows that all the rap music will make her a violent felon?
Okay I feel better now 
Holy moly! :eek:
Now I’m just plain terrified to ever be friendly and pleasant to someone reading in public. I just might get shot.
As one who loves books (and even reads them in public), I enjoy talking with others who enjoy books. Because I’m shy, I sometimes use books as a way of being busy in otherwise awkward public situations. If someone asks me about my book, I’m pleased to have a chance to talk about it. It’s a nice ice-breaker, and I have a chance to turn someone on to a good book.
I can read at home. I can’t meet interesting people at home. ('cept at the Dope)
I’ve discovered that a great way to forestall conversation about the book I’m reading in a public place is to encase it in a fabric book cover that completely covers up any information about the book (unless, of course, they’re reading over my shoulder, but I’ll probably kneecap 'em before they get more than a few words read – nothing makes me crazier than someone reading over my shoulder uninvited!). For some reason, if they can’t see the title of the book, they don’t feel compelled to strike up a conversation. I’ve even got one large enough to slip over library books. Although I have no idea where in my messy house it is right now, but I tend to only carry paperbacks around with me anyway since I have a nifty pocket in my purse they’ll slip right into.
I recommend this technique. Works like a charm for me.
Mom? Is that you?
Although, some say he was pushed.
I vary in whether I mind being interrupted while I’m reading, but generally, if I don’t want to be interrupted, I do find ignoring people, at least for a little while, works wonders.
Other person: What are you reading?
Me: silence
Other person: You seem really lost in it, is it good?
Me: silence
Other person: (assuming they haven’t given up by now) It must be a great book, what’s it about?
Me: Oh, uh, hrmm, are you talking to me, sorry, I was reading. I don’t really pay attention when I’m reading. returns to nose in book
I’ve never had someone fail to give up after that.
Where the hell are you reading that total strangers feel entitled to comment on your literary choices? I’m a voracious reader, and I have never had someone be that incredibly nosy!
(The “I Never Read!” people bug me too. Go watch All My Children and let me get back to Ancient Rome…Servilia just found out something horrible about her son…)
I second everyone else who doesn’t like to be disturbed when reading.
I get criticized for my choice of reading all the time. I read mainly sci-fi or fantasy. “Come on, why don’t you read something real?” I live in the real world, you moron. I like my books to escape into.
When I was a temp, they kept taking pity on me because I read through my lunch break, until I started reading outside. I don’t want to talk to you or make friends with you. I’ll be gone in a month. Let me keep my space!
Worst of all, my SO talks to me when I’m reading, about inconsequential things. GAH! More than once I’ve wanted to spring from my chair and bash him in the head with the book, and have threatened it, too. Of course I’m more tolerant of him doing it, but it still annoys me.
And I also had HP and the HBP spoiled for me by the person who leant it to me. Sigh.