And I realize this is irrational and unfair, and I don’t care.
I used to hate skinny jeans too, but they’ve grown on me. I don’t like them on guys, but I like them on me-- I pull mine down over high heels. I don’t like the tapered jeans of the 80’s in that they were boxy and baggy and not at all flattering for any figure. Today’s skinny jeans are far classier.
(I have to say, though, I don’t really like them–or any jean, really–in any other color than very dark blue. Say no to light or acid washes!)
And it’s not like I don’t like other fits, too. In fact, my favorite fit is probably straight leg.
And as for scarves indoors, the museum exhibit I worked in was VERY cold, even with a heavy sweater, so wearing a scarf definitely helped. Whenever I would take the scarf off to adjust my badge or whatever, I would definitely notice a difference. Besides, it looks cute, so neener neener. 
As for my own sartorial irritants:
Loose-fitting, baggy tops with leggings on really thin people. In fact, loose-fitting, baggy tops with anything on anyone. Example: just about everyone on this page. The gigantic sunglasses are stupid-looking too.
I do think babydoll tops get a pass (despite their stupid name) because they at least define a waist. Trapeze tops, however, are an abomination.
Damn, I think my ensemble for today would have given at least 5 of you the vapours!
The oversized sunglasses that are so popular with the women-folks these days irritate me as well. Unless you’re either on your way to a space shuttle launch directly into the sun or starring in a Broadway rendition of “The Fly”, I can’t see any applicable reason for that sort of eye protection.
Also, the name Stuart. Just don’t like it. My apologies to Stuarts everywhere. Nothin’ personal guys.
And please don’t try to cover it up by calling yourselves ‘Stu’. I know what you’re hiding and this just makes me think of coagulated soup. Stewie is permissible, but only barely and only because I dig Family Guy.
And while I’m on the subject on names, this newish trend of finding the most absurd, ridiculous (albeit unique) name for your children makes me want to hurt innocent things. I understand that it’s your baby and you have every right to name it Hopplestroodt Merrifeather Tinglepants if you so desire, but that doesn’t mean you should.
I’m going to name my kids Thing One and Thing Two and be done with it.
Women who wear the big fuzzy boots when its not snowy or cold.
Capri pants. I hate capri pants on anyone!! Shorts or slacks - make up your mind! You can’t have it both ways!!!
What really pisses me off is when I see women at work in capris - can you possibly look less professional? And by at work, I mean in an office environment. If you sell T-shirts on the boardwalk, I’ll give you a pass on the capris at work, even tho I hate them.
It’s not irrational. I just happen to be right. Capris are stupid. That is all.
I think capri pants are meant to be something in between too-hot long pants (in summer) and too-casual shorts. You could wear a skirt, but that might be too ‘dressy’.
I HAVE to wear my scarves. I have a huge collection and they can’t stay in a drawer. They’re an accessory, like bracelets and earrings IMO.
I can’t stand to see people wearing sunglasses at night. And I can’t stand to see little kids wearing sunglasses to show they’re ‘cool’, as in print ads and on TV. Hey, you just learned to do a number two on the potty, you little douche, un-pop your collar and take those dumb glasses off!
Ah, so many juicy pet peeves to explore!
While I appreciate the convenience and safety of pulling OUT of a parking space nose first, I still hate people who back into a space. At least if I am waiting for some idiot to back out without being able to turn the wheel at the same time (makes my blood pressure go waaaay up) I know I am getting their space. But if I’m waiting for some jerk older man (it’s almost always older men) to back partway in, then out, realign, in again, back out, finally in all the way I am getting mad because they are delaying me finding a space. They are wasting my time and gas with no benefit to me for the waiting. And then, if by chance I happen to be parked next to them, we can’t get out of the car at the same time becasue their driver’s side door is next to my driver’s side door. So we do this little glancing at each other to see who is going to get out first so that our doors don’t bang. And THEN, when they come back to the car with their load of groceries (or their wife does, because they’ve been sitting in the car all the time she’s shopping) then they have to try to wedge their carts down between the two cars to get to their trunk, and then they discover that the person behind them has parked too close to their bumper so they can’t easily get into their trunk, so they start loading stuff into their back seats. Meanwhile I’m standing there, waiting to get into my car, or worse, waiting to get out. If their trunk was facing the aisle, they could just stand behind their car to load like God intended!
So how do you backer-inners justify that?
c/s
I am intensely bothered by the sight of the word vegetable as “veggie”. It hurts me to even type it that way.
Well, I certainly feel the jerkishness of backing in is in some sense proportional to the time required: It should be done briskly or not at all.
I rather pride myself on accuracy and efficiency in this.
One thing that bugs me are the people (vast numbers of them) who seem willing to spend much more time parking if only they can wind up 20 ft closer to the store entrance. Since when is distance 20 times as valuable as time?
Absolutely, my dad and best friend both do this. I’d rather park at the back of the lot than take laps around the bloody thing - walking will not kill us.
I couldn’t agree more. And ferchrissake, do not write or say “baby” without an article or pronoun before it.
Boat shoes. The sight of old, sockless feet stuffed into those ugly, misshapen topsiders sets off my gag reflex.
The problem I have with people backing in is around here at least no one seems to be able to manage it. They all seem to back in and roll to a stop wherever their car ends up, so they are in two spots, or sticking out, or whatever. They think it’s cool but they can’t do it.
If you do it well I don’t care much, though I still pull in the other way and will continue to do so; I find that far easier.
They need to understand that incompetence is never cool.
Those truck billboards. And don’t even get me started on the scooter billboards.
Now, see, I’d much rather see capris than shorts. I have never found a pair of shorts I liked, or liked on anybody else. They just look so teenybopper!