Not to mention all those assholes who are drinking “melk”
Oh my gosh, that bugs me. Pregnancy is a medical condition. “WE can be pregnant if WE can have prostate trouble, later.”
I actually had a guy say, “No, she’s expecting, but yeah, we’re pregnant.” I did let it go, but that’s completely backward. I can be expecting to have a child, but my wife (hypothetically) is pregnant.
I think I’m sensitive to it because of all the school administrators and education professors who think that their way is the only way to think about school and kids, and they’re women.
Grown-ups who work in a professional setting and don’t bathe regularly is my current peeve. I mentor new adjunct faculty and am currently working with a man and a woman who are just . . . dirty. Wrinkled shirts? Cheap clothes? No prob, I know you’re struggling PhD students and doing the best you can. But for God’s sake, shower at least three times a week, wash your hair, and brush your teeth. I know that both of you live in apartments, presumably with bathrooms.
I have to breathe through my mouth when you meet with me in my small office and I brought in some Febreze to spray down where you sat . . . I pity the poor students you have hostage in small classrooms.
Body odor is a big one for me. But I disagree that it belongs in this thread - because I don’t think it is a *stupid *reason for thinking less of someone - for me it is a valid reason (assuming as you have said, they have access to normal facilities). 
Just three times?
:: shudder ::
Are these folks teaching on more than one campus? Just asking because they might be a couple of my colleagues… :eek:
I’ve often thought that having a sense of smell would have made me a better judge of character…
I was a vegetarian most of my young & teenage life, or limited solely to chicken, and when I discovered steak, I loved it - but I was too afraid for many years to try anything less than well-done. It was years of conditioning and being told how nasty and disgusting pink meat is, and how merely eating it will get you sick.
I didn’t drop down to medium well until my late twenties and these days, in my thirties, I can finally do a medium steak. I still don’t like rare though.
Also I don’t always want to pet your doggie. And I like doggies! But then they lick my hands, or I get fur on them, and I don’t always have a place to go to wash my hands, and your doggie was most likely eating poo or licking his ass or both. I know dogs.
Hmm. What bothers me? Spelling & grammar for sure, and vocabulary. The mis-pronouncing of a name just because it’s foreign would make me seethe, but I’m so used to it now. I can always tell - there are certain people who won’t even make an attempt.
People who get mad at me for using ketchup on my HOT DOG or my HAMBURGER? Get off! That’s what it’s for!
People who say they’re praying for me, yes. Sometimes I wanna say, “quit it, my family’s praying for me, too, only they’re praying to Krishna and you’re going to pray to Jesus and screw it all up.”
People who want to know WHY I won’t have kids. Um, when did we get to know each other that well? Why should I tell you? Worse yet, when they question my first answer “I just don’t want any.” That should be enough reason!
Woman who put on makeup in public bathrooms. Not just a lipstick freshen up, but women who have their gigantic makeup bag balanced on the edge of the sink so they can undertake a full beauty regiment.
Do these women not have mirrors at home? Do they not realize they are crowding an already small space? I assume they’re just self-absorbed and inconsiderate.
We don’t get mad at you. We simply pity your ignorance 
That’s perfectly acceptable
Damn straight!
Who gives you a hard time for ketchup on the burger?