I’ve also seen that from Chicagoans that move to the burbs as well. ‘Look how much space I have!!!’ ‘Look how cheap my rent is!!’
And that last for about 6 months until they realize that their food delivery options consist of Dominos and Papa John’s and their weekends consist of smoking weed and playing video games because everything is so far away.
Oh god, yes. I have an acquaintance who takes every opportunity to show off his new body. He’s moved to Florida, and I haven’t seen him wearing a shirt in years.
Actually I think he looked better when he was a little skinny guy.
Tesla drivers.
New anti-science woo. E.g. I just heard a new one today: flu shots make people more susceptible to the novel coronavirus.
A joke that’s popular in my office:
How do you know that somebody is in Cross Fit?
They tell you.
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My wife did multi level marketing for a few months. A friend distanced herself as a result. I can’t say I blame her…I’m glad we are no longer planning on retiring based on beauty product sales to all our friends.
I don’t want to hear about your workout unless you fell off the treadmill or split your pants doing a deadlift.
mmm
Fad dieters. Suddenly they’re experts on digestion, blood sugar, metabolism, etc, literally down to the molecular level. And god help you if you go to lunch with one.
And I never met an Atkins “plan” enthusiast who didn’t just stay at the early crash-loss step.
The best example we had in my family was when my sister came home from college having read Ayn Rand.
Of course the real conversion was my father’s - from encouraging his kids to be open to all ideas, to trying to convince his daughter how full of shit Ayn Rand was.
Or even better yet: people who believe that marijuana cures or prevents every ailment known to man.
Not converts, but new parents. Of course, I was annoying as all hell when we had our first. One of my colleagues has an eight-month-old baby and is finally not reporting each morning on every feeding the previous night.
I agree with you. I don’t need detailed reports about the baby’s bowel movements as if they were the first woman to walk on Mars!
As others said, new baby beats them all.
Yes, I understand that your newborn has changed your life. But please don’t assume that your child has had an equal impact on the lives of everyone you know.
Okay, this. Brides. Worst person to be in the office with, worst person to be a friend with. It’s temporary but it doesn’t seem that way. You’re sitting there, getting work done, and suddenly you have to have an opinion on what the table treatments should be–and whatever you say is going to be WRONG. Oh, and they found a dress, it might be THE dress, this weekend. Once that’s settled it’s drama every day (divorced parents bringing new SOs, drug-addled cousins being snubbed as attendants, etc.)
Then they finally get married, and now it’s Trash the Dress, pro or con? (Trash that dress, yes! I want to be in on that; I want rude rap music accompanying as we all march out to a nearby field and beat that thing into strips. But that’s not what they mean, it’s just another photo shoot op.)
Then, with any luck, they quit and move far away, and some other young thing gets hired, and one day she shows up with a diamond on a certain finger…
I hope never to be in an office with one of these again.
TV show convert.
How many people babbled on and on over The Sopranos, Mad Men, or Breaking Bad, imploring others to watch them.
Believe me, no one cares, including the other sweaty people in your class. I go to the gym a lot, and everyone there is too focused on themselves to notice other people. There’s a reason there are so many mirrors there.
What, no Game of Thrones babblers? (Full disclosure: I was totally one of 'em.)
My ex-wife’s mother (ex-MIL?) was a Tupperware dealer and every damn conversation got sucked into that. We lived with them for a year or so while we were saving money and she simply couldn’t tolerate any conversation that wasn’t about it.
Typical conversation at the dinner table.
Me: I saw a really cool Ferrari today.
Her: What color was it?
Me: Red
Her: Tupperware has just come out with a new red color.
The rest of the family just let her blather on about plastic.
Gawd. We have an officer that started doing real estate on the side and started doing that. He went from everyones favorite guy to work with to everyone wanting to make a voodoo doll that looked like him.
After months of getting cards, magnets, and ads in our station mailboxes and emails and every conversation turning into a sales pitch we finally got him out to a bar for a few drinks and basically had an intervention. Nobody wants to sell their house, buy a new house, or hear about his side gig, and he needs to STFU!
He took the hint and his passion for his side job stifled.
Those Planet Fitness “gymtimidation” commercials make me go :dubious:. They’re solving a problem that doesn’t exist. I’d hardly call myself an athlete or a bodybuilder; I’m just a regular guy who makes an effort to get some exercise. I’ve been to countless gyms in my lifetime, from hardcore holes in the wall to corporate chain gyms that resemble nightclubs. In none of them have I ever had the slightest problem with anybody. No one bullies you, no one harasses you, no one is even paying attention to you. If the mere existence of people in better shape than you intimidates you, well…that’s all about you.