Another one: People who collect hardback books or Very Nice Editions of books are elitists. This is because the mass market paperback is not only the superior format for books but also because it is the format of The People (aka the mass market). Hardcovers are unweildy, super expensive, and must be handled delicately to avoid cracking their leatherette spines. You cannot take them to work, you cannot read them on the bus. Therefore, people must only own them for show. Additionally, people who don’t care about the transportability of their books can only be people who don’t leave their houses very often, i.e. the idle rich!
(Yes, the above is sarcastic, at least the “idle rich” part. But I do strongly prefer small paperbacks and think hardcovers are ridiculously impractical.)
I get into this argument all the time with my roommate. She sees a book as an objet d’art, whereas I see it merely as a channel through which information or entertainment flows. 90% of my books are used mass markets with torn covers, cracked spines, and stains on the pages. To me, the dingier a book collection is the more it has been loved. Purely an unfounded prejudice, even though it’s right.
I don’t really care one way or the other here, but some of the hardcover books I’ve bought, I bought simply because they weren’t available in paperback yet and I didn’t want to wait six months.
Men that drive convertibles are bald and impotent.
Women with tattoos are sluts.
People that base their votes on single issues are ignorant and should not be allowed to vote.
Celebrity marriages are shams and they know going in that it won’t last a month.
People that live and die with a college football team and didn’t even go to college need to get a life.
Guys that paint their faces for sporting events wouldn’t be caught dead watching that team if it wasn’t doing well.
People that hyphenate their childrens’ names cannot see a generation into the future. Hey morons, what will your hyphenated kids do when they marry other hyphenated kids and have kids of their own?
People that have car stereos that can rattle my windows when I drive nearby are insensitive clods that don’t even like good music.
Many of the people that drive those motorized chairs should be up walking around. Companies that sell those chairs would fudge the paperwork so that an Olympic athlete would qualify to have Medicare pick up the cost for it.
People that eat squirrel and rabbit have family trees that don’t fork.
Guys with chains on their wallets are not likely to be friendly.
Anyone that likes Dick Cheney should be medicated and/or lobotomized.
Jeopardy contestants are smarter than Deal or No Deal contestants.
And I have the counter-predjudice. There’s something wrong with people who can’t grasp the concept that social interactions don’t have to involve alcohol.
Well, I love hardback books and think that comics are truly second-rate literature. If you want to read about alienation, read Kafka (or, hell, Carrie), not the story of Peter Parker, high school student cum Spider Man.
But I freely admit: in regards to reading, I’m a “word elitist”. The wordier, the better, as a general rule. Fiction, non-fiction - why say in one book what you can expand about in three?
Yep. And there’s a corrolary to that one as well: all Yankees fans, legit or bandwagon, are assholes. The bandwagon fans have been getting a little less insufferable over the past few years, but the legit fans will go on for hours about 26 world championships and why the yankees are the greates thing to happen to the United States, before or after sliced bread. The only way to shut them up is with a well earned punch in the nose.
Two of my best friends in the world are die-hard Yankees fans. They’re both inteligent, generous, kind, guys who’d do anything they could to help people. And they’re both immense assholes when the subject of baseball comes up. So far I’ve managed to refrain from assaulting them.
I know several people, including at least one who is married to me and a member of this board, who would tell you that I would support my Dodgers – jersey, face-paint, blue wig and all – no matter what their record was. Hell, they haven’t won a championship in 18 years, and I haven’t stopped watching or cheering.
This brings up another one of my prejudices, though: people who boo their own home team. It’s one thing for a rare player to come along who doesn’t put any effort into what he’s doing, and I can understand being unhappy about that. But when your starting pitcher happens to have a rough outing, why in the HELL would you boo him off the field? Yeah, that’s real encouragement for the next time. :rolleyes:
People who do that have absolutely no understanding of the meaning of being a fan, and I consider them all to be lowlifes.
Would you like me to stand in for the assault? Here, let me help you…
I remember when the Yankees were 14 games behind the Sox halfway through the season, yet still the Sox couldn’t hold onto their lead. End result - Yankees in World Series, Red Sox on golf course.
I so agree with that. I really get angry when I hear someone wearing a Cottonmouths jersey talking trash about the team. I asked a guy sitting behind me last season at one of the last games to “please go to hell” because of the trash he kept spewing. No team can win every game, or win the championship every year. We went through a really dry spell with the Snakes where we didn’t even make the playoffs for several years. Thank goodness the owners didn’t give up and we still have a team! I don’t know what I would do if they brought hockey to Columbus, got me addicted, and then took it away.
Someone mentioned above that all over 35 year old women are looking to get fertilized. Wrong-o, buddy. I have spent many dollars preventing myself from becoming a mother. While many women want children, there are those of us who, for varying reasons, do not and never have wanted kids. Doesn’t make us less of a woman, or less of a wife or partner. Just makes us someone who doesn’t want to be a mother.
Reminds me of another of mine. People that automatically refer to you by your local sports team mascot. Just because I used to live in Columbus Ohio (practically on OSU campus for a couple years) does NOT make me a buckeye or mean that I know or care how ‘my’ team is doing. Same living in LA, it doesn’t mean I like the dodgers or care about them, same with whatever other teams are around here.
Hmm, I guess the real prejudice I have is against people who assume that because I’m male I know anything about sports. Make of this post what you will.
I should mention that despite my loooong list of prejudices, I have nothing but teh lurv for everybody who has so far restrained themselves from commenting on them. Thanks!
Me, too, though I am only 30, but I knew ten years ago I never wanted to have kids. And I am fairly sure I won’t in 10 years, either. I say fairly just in case but nothing has made me even remotely interested.
