The real challenge is to do it in a revolving door.
I’m proud of the fact I can… OOF!
Sorry. I just fell.
Eh–all the people I know IRL who don’t have a TV are, in fact, kind of superior people, and not much attitude at all. There don’t seem to be many of them, though.
I haven’t worn a dress or skirt since 1981. I guess I’m proud about that to a degree.
May I ask why?
Usually I equate being proud with having accomplished something. I’m honestly confused about what is being accomplished except that you didn’t wear something you obviously don’t want to wear.
My brother was proud of that fact when we were kids.
I’m pretty proud of the fact that I wore shorts for an entire year every day.
I’m proud that I’ve done so much ridiculous/illegal crap, that I can tell the truth and nobody believes me.
Same to people who are proud of never having watched X program, or read X book, or listened to X singer…
You’re proud of doing something millions of people have done without putting any effort into it.
For example: I’ve never read The DaVinci Code either, because the entire premise annoys me. I don’t consider this a mark in my favour, OR against the people who have read it. Chances are, you’re into something I consider as stupid as I do that book. Chances are something I’m into looks as ludicrous to you.
‘I didn’t do something I think I would not have enjoyed’ is NOT an accomplishment, unless people were actively shoving the book into your hands and demanding you read it.
Well, exactly. We’re talking about stuff that other people wouldn’t find to be proudworthy. You’re proud of that??
I think we should all give dwyr a round of applause for managing to kick the transvestitism habit and keeping it kicked for all these years.
In my case, it’s about opposing expectations. I was working in the south and people *seemed * to expect women to be all girly and want to be prettified. That could have been my own skewed interpretation based upon a small sampling - I didn’t say logic was involved.
Similarly, when I was in college, one year I got rid of all my jeans. I refused to clad my legs in denim because everyone was doing it. Sheep! They were all sheep, placidly caving into pressure to conform and wear jeans.
Anyway, the pride, such as it is, comes from bucking the system. “I showed Them!” Even if *They * neither knew nor cared.
Yeah, I know, it’s stupid. Still, it’s part of my charm… 
And I do occasionally don a dress, sometimes voluntarily. And after that one stupid year, jeans came back into my wardrobe.
Well, I don’t know if this “tops” it, per se, but we have a fluourescent light in the ceiling of our kitchen that was on 24/7 for 10 years without having to change the bulbs. Takes too long for the ballast to warm up, and it’s kind of hard for me to reach, so we just leave it on.
My husband’s brother married into a family where hitting an old lady in the head with a puck is not only okay, but something to take pride in and brag about. :rolleyes:
And where they duct-tape possibly gangrenous wounds instead of seeing the doctor.
Do I win?
I need to find this non-TV owning crowd of people who aren’t insufferable. I have to admit, I’m skeptical about its existence.
Mine is when people brag about petty meanness. People I went to school with would brag about being meaner to and harder on students than the other teaching assistants, as an example. I’ve heard people boast about screwing other people out of parking spaces, cutting lines, scamming stores; it’s not just wrong, it’s tiny wrongness. (Not that I think you should brag about being an evil overlord, either.)
I’ve heard mothers brag about the fact that their sons have “never touched a dishcloth” or even “never entered the kitchen”.
Do they expect to be congratulated for raising parasites and unleashing them on us poor unsuspecting women? :rolleyes:
It probably says something that you have this memorized and I have these:
The Budweiser Pledge “This is the famous Budweiser beer…”
The Rolling Rock Bottle “From the glass-lined tanks of old Latrobe…”
Even though neither was my preferred brand for any period of time.
I worked with a man ages ago who used to like telling stories that began “Before I became a Christian…” wherein he described such activities as passing closely beside a bicyclist along the road and either smacking him or flinging something into the spokes. It wasn’t as if he was confessing - he was laughing about it!
yeah, ha ha so funny. :rolleyes:
I’ve met way too many people who are proud of “protecting their family” by cutting the heads off of snakes with a shovel. Not snakes that were doing anything wrong or even were venomous, but were just snakes being snakes. Most of them live near some sort of nature preserve or wildlife area, which is what makes it sad. :mad: What makes it worse is that these people move there to “be closer to nature.” Fucktards.
I’m also amazed at people who are proud of having a house so big that they cannot afford to put up artwork on the walls or at least have a bookshelf with books on it somewhere. I can’t imagine living in a house where either issue is present, and I am vaguely disturbed when seeing houses like this on television. Most of the people I knew in college made at least a modest attempt at decorating their spaces, even when we were in the dorms. Blank walls everywhere = disturbed people in my mind.
What was the occasion for the hockey puck? Do they belong to a senior citizen’s hockey league or something?
I am not proud enough of my own feces to brag or anything, but I have cleared out my share of toilets. And I felt the urge to shake the hand of my daughter’s friend based on her last production. I would not have believed a sixteen-year-old girl had that kind of capacity.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m proud of never watching Desperate Housewives or Sex and The City.
I’m also proud that I’ve never so much as touched a cigarette.