This is a good one. I was in a store over the weekend and saw a girl who looked like she was about 5’2", 105 lbs when she got dressed in the morning, but suddenly grew to 5’6" and 165 lbs. It was as if her clothes couldn’t keep up with her. Flesh was bulging out from every available opening, and the poor threads holding the seams together were straining with all of their might just to keep the fabric from exploding in the middle of Wal*Mart. It was disgraceful.
Some people who have never been out of the US.
Not the people who don’t go on vacations outside the US because they can’t afford to, or because they can’t get time off their jobs. I feel sorry for them, but I don’t think less of them.
Not even the people who are scared to go outside the US. I have phobias, I know they’re not rational. I can sympathize here.
The ones who don’t go outside the US because they just aren’t interested in seeing any other cultures- them, I think less of.
I don’t understand the urge to riot in the streets, when your local sports team wins something. A few years back, in Boston, there was amassive riot when the Patriots won the Superbow. I don’t understand whay a winning team makes you want to get drunk and behave foolishly. Yes, I can understand the excitement, but why make an ass out of yourself?
Plus, if somebody winds up injured or killed-what on earth does that prove?I guess I am too logical, but I never understood this behavior.
This thread is for things you think less of people for that make you stupid. I’m pretty sure thinking less of people for rioting is justifiable.
To be fair though, if you gain a ton of weight and you can’t afford to replace all your clothes, you’re gonna have to make do. I’m one of those guys whose can wear the same dress pants for work for 20 years and all I’d have to worry about is them going out of style.
Then a poor co-worker of mine lost a bunch of weight, announced “I’ve thrown out all my ‘fat clothes’!” and then promptly gained back all her weight and then some. After buying all her “thin clothes”, there wasn’t much in her budget for a second all-new wardrobe.
So I cut people some slack in that respect, unless it’s painfully obvious they’re wearing super-tight clothes to look “sexy”, when properly-fitting sexy clothes would work better.
another vote for eating while walking down the street (or walking anywhere) I know it’s a stupid thing to think less of someone for, but I really do. It really bugs me.
I don’t know that I think less of people per se, but it really bothers me when people act as if celebrities aren’t actual human beings, view everything they do (whether it’s adopting or volunteering) as a bid for ‘‘attention’’ and otherwise assume they are conceited jerks not entitled to their own privacy based merely on the fact that they are wealthy and famous. I hate when people complain about celebrities making political statements, as if they are not somehow entitled to express their own opinion in a public forum, as if being famous requires you to give up your rights.
I’m equally baffled by people who obsess over the minutiae of celebrity lives… who married who, who beat up who, who’s cheating on who, who’s wearing what… I have some celebrity role models so I grasp the value of having a role model. I just don’t like when that breakdown occurs, when celebrities are treated as if they are the two-dimensional image their job requires them to present. They’re just people.
You’re not too logical, and you’re right. This behavior is idiotic to the extreme. There is no defense for this. There cannot be.
Same for people who think it’s OK for the Dalai Lama to express his political opinions but not for local clergy; it’s fine for Reverend Jackson to run for office but not for Padre Pedro from Villabajo. So, any Johnny on the street has freedom of expression, freedom of association and freedom of religion except actual, you know, religion workers… right…
I have problems respecting people who demand respect without offering any, but I don’t think that’s minor.
I also have serious problems respecting the monocursers, those people who seem to have a variant of Tourette’s but limited to one word and its derivatives: “f this… that f’ing…” duuuude, if you can’t speak without inserting a curseword or two into every sentence, at least widen your vocabulary, cos by the third time you use the same curse I’m not paying attention any more.
One of my classmates from middle and high school lived with her family in a three-flat house: one set of grandparents on the first floor, then her uncles, then her family on the third floor.
Her elder sister studied in their room. My friend studied in the bathroom. So when the girls were cramming for exams, their parents had to use the uncles’ bathroom… (these only had one son, so no problems with “ok, what room can I use and not get interrupted constantly”)
Two stays-with-her ago, my mother proposed that whenever I was in a specific room (herefrom called “the office”) with the door closed, she’d take it as a sign not to interrupt. She never respects her side of a deal when it’s been my proposal, but usually she’s good at respecting something when she’s the one who proposed it in the first place. Last week she opened the door and walked in to ask how much bottled water we had (it’s in the storage room, why the bloody hell do you think I’ll know how much we have without looking, and why don’t you look at it yourself?) while I was in the middle of a business call. Then when I turned to show her the cellphone, she started apologizing loudly without leaving the room. I finally had to apologize to the caller, tell Mom to please go count the bottles herself or wait until I was done with the call (she chose to wait, color me 
) and please leave the room…
And then she asks why don’t I want to live with her. Gee, Mom, I can’t imagine! (And by the way, there’s no economic benefit: Mom charges me for visiting her)
hrudu, don’t come to Spain or Italy, where it’s traditional to pierce female babies’ ears. It staves off the “uh… is that a boy or a girl?” problem.
Hrududu, sorry.
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It would???
Alpha Centauri is approx. 4 light years away. There are many many stars closer that 60,000 light years.
I think less of people who pull numbers from their ass. 
60,000 light years?
People who take the elevator at the gym. Only to head straight to the stair climber for a half hour or so. These are the same people who will circle the parking lot for 10 minutes to find a spot close to the door so they don’t have to walk so far.
That’s PDS. You’re not making this up, are you?
People who forward me anything. If it says FWD in the subject, I delete it.
People who type like “OMG g2g 2 wrk, cya.” That’s been around on the internet since the 90s but has gotten really bad since texting on cell phones became popular.
People who simply can’t believe I don’t really watch TV and have never seen the show they are talking about (House, American Idol, etc, whatever’s extremely popular). “You don’t watch TV? What do you do of an evening?” Well today I’m bitching about you on the internet.
The guy at work whos wife is expecting their 2nd baby who keeps talking about his wife getting “fixed” after it’s born. Ok he’s not the sharpest and probably doesn’t know the real term, but can’t he just say “getting her tubes tied” instead?
I find it stupid and would think less of him that he doesn’t say, “I’m getting a vasectomy.”
If I were a scout, I would swear “scout’s honor”. We have a two story YMCA here, and people do it all the time.
People who watch American Idol regularly. That includes my fiancee.