Oh, I’m sure they do. I wouldn’t refuse to be friends with someone because they drove a BMW. But, if I first see you driving a BMW, my first impression of you is just a little teeny bit worse than it would be otherwise. Not as much worse as if you were driving a Hummer, but worse.
Nope. My boyfriend likes it when I’m reading, because then I’m not interrupting him. Ha ha.
Reading is extremely important to me, as well, but I don’t really think less of people who don’t like to read, because that just leaves more books for me. 
You know, in case there’s a world-wide paper shortage.
~Tasha
I live on a busy street corner, which I wouldn’t hate so much except that people seem to need to drive past with obscenely loud car stereos. To these people:
I hate you. Hate hate hate hate. I joyfully anticipate the day when you will not hear a train coming and it will turn you into pulp, you brainless little shit. I don’t like your damn music and I don’t want to hear it. Everyone who has a car like this is a total fucking waste of flesh and should be locked in a room with ravenous hyenas.
Also the droopy pants thing, as mentioned earlier. Adn the cockbiters who stop in the street to talk to someone. Pull over, you twits.
People who use chewing tobacco. Ew ew ew ew ew.
I am sorry to hear about all the BMW hate. If I am ever rich BMW is one of my dream cars. 
Oh well. I’m still going to get one. 
FWIW I’ve never seen Porsches and Jags and Ferraris parked across TWO parking spaces the way I CONSTANTLY see Beemers–it’s so prevalent we call it “Beemer parking.” Shit, I could see parking a Ferrari in two spaces and it wouldn’t piss me off as much because I’d be standing there going “shiny, SHINY! Vrroooom…” No, BMW drivers act like their stupid wannabe Mercedes’ are SOOO amazing that they need to take up more than their fair share of room, and the cars just aren’t cool enough to warrant it. BMWs are cars for jumped up nouveau riche dope dealers, pimps and rap artistes who want to be really special but just can’t quite afford it. Or they’re driven by annoying bighaired, spackled makeup trophy wives who need a really big dick stuck up their ass, but the flaccid fuck they married isn’t quite up to that, just like he isn’t quite up to affording a really good car.
Hey, the OP said “unshakeable” prejudices… Prejudice, by its very nature, is not ruled by logic. Well, except for MY prejudices, which are so spot on they should have the force of laws of nature… 
Do you feel similar about people who drive other expensive cars? (I understand if you don’t, I’m curious.)
Me too, we’ll drive around all pompous and arrogant in our BMWs and sneer at all the po’ folk in this thread.
Except not really. For many reasons, the least of which being that I can’t see myself being rich any time in the near future. Or far future, for that matter.
Anyone who roots for Duke University basketball is by definition an elitist, pompous jerk.
People who wear those earpiece cell phones are assholes.
Girls named Molly are inevitably fat.
Girls named Amber are sluts.
Anyone who plasters their cars with mindless bumper stickers is an attention-starved dick.
Men who drive white vans are child molesters.
White people who insist on “talking black” are idiots.
Rich white college kids who wear Che Guevara shirts are pretentious twats.
People who drive those golf carts in airports to transport non-ambulatory passengers and beep at you to get out of the way are pricks.
People who can’t get over the fact that the 60s are over suck.
I am so with you on this. My roommate, who is a morning person, is usually pretty reasonable about this, but he can be pretty insufferable. I’ve been getting up before 8 AM pretty consistently for the last few weeks, and it’s getting more and more difficult. A few days ago, he commented that I “have no resolve,” about getting up in the morning. Um, no, asshole, I have a hard time getting up in the morning because I just don’t function well at that time of day. I wake up feeling incredibly, unbelievably tired. Just because you wake up feeling alert and ready to go doesn’t mean that I am somehow weak or lacking in resolve (:rolleyes:) or otherwise failing in character. Actually, much as I generally like my roommate, there’s a personality trait that goes on MY list of prejudices: people who don’t get that people function differently. People who then assume that people are doing things differently (like, say, sleeping in on weekends) because of some kind of character flaw get even more hate.
The funny thing is that I like mornings, I just don’t like getting up for them. They’re cool, quiet and pretty. But I’d rather be awake in the evening, which is all of these things, then falling asleep in the morning.
I don’t care about the ones who smoke, as long as it isn’t a focal point of their very existence; it’s the ones who are obsessed with it that bother me. The kids I’m subletting from right now have fucking marijuana leaf jello molds in the freezer. WTF!? The broken clock in the kitchen was set to 4:20. After being annoyed about it for a month, I finally re-set it to 3:14 (I pushed for 6:02 and 6:26, but I was out-voted). One of my current hippies is a white, middle-class Rastafarian. Pot is a sacrament to him, he says. I find it impossible to take him seriously. Yeah, it’s a prejudice, but I think people who are obsessed with their marijuana habit really need to grow the hell up.
Ah, dammit. I screwed up my derisive :rolleyes: smiley. Bah!
If I was to ever codify Martini-Enfield’s List of Irrational Prejudices (With Explanatory Notes & Errata) into a single leather-bound volume -presumably published by the good people at Time-Life or Reader’s Digest- you’d need a flatbed truck on which to carry it around.
Some of the major ones, however (in no particular order):
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People who don’t watch movies: Sorry, but I will never be convinced that there isn’t something wrong with someone in contemporary Western society who hasn’t seen major films like Star Wars, Raiders Of The Lost Ark, any of the James Bond Films, Pulp Fiction, or Pirates of the Caribbean. You don’t have to like them- but when you consider how often these sorts of films end up on TV, there’s really no excuse for not having seen them at least once.
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People who hate guns, know nothing about them, and refuse to learn: I won’t begrudge someone the right to not like guns if they’ve been harmed by a gun (ie, someone robbed them at gunpoint)- but people who have never been anywhere NEAR a firearm and take the OMG GUnZ r Bad!!11!!!1 approach irritate me no end. However, when I find out that said gun disliker has never even seen a real gun, much less fired one, I offer to take them to the rifle range and let them fire a real gun, in a safe environment, and they invariably say “No, I don’t want to, guns are bad!”- almost as if merely touching a firearm will cause them to suddenly speak in a deep, booming voice and stangle underlings from across the room for displeasing them.
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People who intentionally conform to negative ethnic stereotypes, usually in order to show what a “Badass” they are. No, you twit, you’re confirming the idea in less enlightened people’s minds that “All (insert minority here) really are like that!”
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People who listen to loud Hardcore Gangsta Rap in public: More so if they don’t live in the US, and even more so if they don’t live in the US and they’re not poor and/or living in a ghetto. I’m all for individual taste in music, but I will never be convinced that anyone who wants to be thought of as a hardcore gangsta is anything but a scummy thug- whatever their skin colour.
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Hippies: Eric Cartman and I agree on this one.
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Any female Wiccan under 21 is just using their religion as an excuse to experiment with lesbianism. There. I said it.
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Teenage Girls: I’ve met very few that aren’t either vapid airheads obsessed with boys and fashion, or depressed Emo/Goths who write awful poetry about how life is pain. Whenever I’m in the staffroom at work on my lunchbreak, I’m either mentally yelling at the check-out girls to STOP FUCKING GIGGLING!!! about some “cute guy” they like but OMG Becky is such a bitch because she asked him for his phone number even though she knows I totally like him, or else telling the Depressed Goth Cashiers that life isn’t all pain and maybe they should take a holiday or somthing.
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Stupid People: I’ll go on record as saying I do not suffer fools gladly, and further, stupid people should be deported to Tasmania where they can’t bother the rest of us.
That’s probably enough for now… I need to go and have a drink or something.
Nope. Absolutely the skinniest woman I’ve ever known IRL – we’re talking serious Olive Oyl territory – was named Molly.
I feel I should point out that introverted is not the same as antisocial and extra(o)verted isn’t the same as outgoing. There are plenty of people who are the “quiet friend” who still hangs out and goes to parties. I know people who are very outgoing around people they are comfortible with but quiet and reserved around people they aren’t. All introverted and extraverted means is that a person derives strength from either solitude or from being with people. I think people run into problems when they are extraverted but lack social skills and thus can’t get the fullfillment they need.
My personal definition:
extravert - like a pervert, only moreso.
I’m familiar with what the words mean; I’ve studied it a bit, actually. I’ve been both and right now I consider myself an introvert, because when I’m out and about all day all I really want to do is go home and recharge. In high school it was the other way around–I’d get stir-crazy if I sat in solitude for too long and I had to get out and do something.
this won’t make me friends here…
People with an unreasonable number of cats - pets in general - but specifically cats. One is reasonable. Three is reasonable. Somewhere between five and seven I am completely skeeved out and convinced they have lost touch with reality.
Also, on the topic of pets, anyone who compares their pets to children, and is serious about it.
…and you have a problem with this why?
They’re not letting me watch or join in?
You didn’t ask this of me, but I was thinking about while I was out getting lunch.
No, I don’t. More than any other expensive car, BMW comes off as ‘all hat, no cattle’. It’s the guy who makes maybe $2K more than his neighbors, but desperately wants to pretend he’s living in the house on the hill. Jaguar, Porche and Ferrari are about performance, thrills and freedom: they don’t care what you think because in 3 seconds they’ll be gone over the horizon. Mercedes and Lexus are about luxury and comfort: they don’t care what you think because they have everything they want right there inside. BMW, on the other hand, is a cry for attention from someone who desperately wants people to envy him the way he envies the Ferraris, Porches, and Mercedes. The entire car is a piece of bling for someone who’s more interested in looking rich than in being successful.
Rolex creates the same impression for me. A watch should tell me the time, not tell everyone in the room to look at me.
Irrational prejudice? Perhaps, but that what this thread is asking for.
Fundies, hawks, and “Hard Americans” generally.
People who are obviously lacking in personal hygiene.
People who dress too warmly for the weather, say, by wearing heavy black shoes and dark pants year-round.
People who burble. Burbling is talking in a fast emotionless uninflected monotone, the way you’d talk if you were either a. giving orders to an underling you couldn’t be bothered to waste the time of day with, or b. so obsessed with facts, details, and information that you’ve just got to regurgitate and hope people will be nice enough to listen.
Men with clean-shaven heads.
Men who smoke cigars “dead center” instead of out of one or the other corner of the mouth.
Anybody over the age of about 35 who is unmarried and collects things. (I freely admit I belong to this group.)
Cat owners are anti-environmentalist. We have two cats around and they do nothing but try to kill the birds and the bunnies that we’re trying to keep around our house. Both owners are clueless as to why I would want chipmunks and blue jays around the house, or how cats devastate an already heavily-impacted small animal population.
I, for one, like rabbits and birds and hate the fuckin’ cats for killing them.
I :dubious: at people whom, when talking of a film like Syriana exclaim: “That’s the sort of film Hollywood never makes anymore!” Uh, really? You mean, like Warner Bros’ Syriana? :dubious:
Whiny men. My worse prejudice ever. A man who can’t remember to do his job, gets upset at himself for forgetting, and then takes it out on everybody else by either (a) getting mad at them for whatever contributions they might or might not have made to his successful completion of the task, or (b) deriving a number of increasingly improbable and lame rationalizations as to why they couldn’t do it.
My wife and I were to go on a date last night, see Superman. However, the father that was supposed to bring the teenage girl to babysit Sophie didn’t remember the address, forgot the piece of paper that he wrote it on, didn’t bother to look up the address on a map/googleEarth/mapquest, didn’t bother to call us ('cause he lost the paper), and at the end of explaining all that to me (all the while saying things like “Well, since you’ve only got five minutes to make your movie, do you want to reschedule?”), at the end… he then explains that his daughter has an earache and can’t really babysit!
WTF, you whiny fuck? You don’t show up, leaving me to call you, whereupon you give me a goddamned litany of excuses and then blame it on your child? The same child whom (as opposed to Daddy) is so responsible that she actually called 5 hours prior to the babysitting time to confirm? If she’s so goddamned sick, you whiny fuck, why did you attempt to bring her in the first place?
I mean, I can see it. He took the wrong turn, got mad because he didn’t have the address, got even madder because he’s now embarrassed that he didn’t get the address, he’s going to have to turn back home to get the address (I forgot to mention that this loser has one cell phone between he and his wife. :rolleyes: ) which pisses him off, and by the time he’s gotten home he’s convinced himself that it wasn’t his fault, 'cause, you know, the paper wasn’t where he left it because his wife surely moved it, and his daughter’s feeling sick anyway so she really shouldn’t babysit, which is just fine 'cause he didn’t feel like driving back and forth again.
My wife has a relationship with his wife - I don’t know the man, don’t know the family. When he started talking about his daughter being sick, I just silently handed the phone to her, knowing that anything I was capable of saying would not have helped the situation - unlike him, apparently, I know my limits.
However, I will go to bed tonight knowing full well that I am competent enough to drive a 13 year-old girl 1.27 miles and get her to her destination on time.