Friday, September 28, 2007

What Are Your Pet Peeves?

OK. No one actually answered this question, but I'm in a pet peeve kind of mood today.

  • People who write or speak in the voice of their pets. Your pets are not people. They do not have human thoughts or emotions. They have doggy or kitty emotions, but not human ones. Stop trying to put thoughts into their little, animal minds.
  • On a related note, people who refer to their pets as their children, or call themselves their pets' moms and dads or other family members. It is nauseating and creepy. Stop it.
  • People who shop at Whole Foods because, "Organic is better for the environment, " then leave the store and drive away in their Hummer H2's. And yes, I see this all the time at the Whole Foods near where I live. They bill themselves as an environmentally friendly, crunchy granola kind of store, but the parking lot is filled with big-ass SUVs that get 5 miles to the gallon.
  • And again, while we are on the subject, people who drive Mercedes, Lincoln, or other luxury SUVs. You want a luxury car, fine, but make it a car. You want an SUV, buy a Chevy or Ford or Toyota (or any other "normal" make).
  • The fact that the bras I found that I like are always out of stock everywhere. People obviously like them, Bra Company, so make more of them.
  • Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...oh, wait...those are a few of my favorite things.
  • The markup on electronics. I broke the charger for my cell phone. For the charger I wanted, the cell phone store charges $15, plus a fee to special order it (they only carry combo chargers - the ones that can be used in an electrical socket or a car. I just wanted an electrical charger). I found the exact same thing, brand name and all, on E-bay for $2.99, $8.50 with shipping. And it got to me in three days, as opposed the the 7-10 the phone store was saying.
  • Boots.
  • Frozen food containing carrots. Not everything needs to have orange in it to look appetizing.
  • Martha Stewart and her hour-long commercial masquerading as a TV show (but I watch it every day anyway...sigh).
  • Technophobic people working in state government.
  • Hats.
  • The fact that the more I learn about the candidate I originally planned to vote for (the real candidate, not the poet), the less I feel like I can, in good conscience, vote for him.
  • Louisiana weather, and the fact that you can only comfortably wear sweaters four months out of the year.
  • Ants.
  • Frickin' student loans (though I have to say that the people who work for my servicer are always pleasant)
  • The word "smirk" and, in particular, its misuse.
  • People who don't seem to understand the difference between plurals and possessives
  • Ads for feminine hygiene products
  • The Airwick ads with the impliction of cross-species breeding (how does a giraffe end up with two boars as sons? And why are their voices so high if they are supposed to be teenagers?)
  • The fact that the Albertson's with good produce has bad everything else, and the Albertson's with good everything else has bad produce.
  • Busy streets in this city, with popular business on both sides, that are two lane and have no turning lane.
  • The song, "Our God is an Awesome God." I used to not hate it quite so much, but when you hear it at mass every other Sunday for a year and a half, you get sick of it and realize that the lyrics are both kind of stupid, and that they portray God as wrathful, vengeful, and mean-spirited.
  • In that same vein, most all happy, clappy, "the youth will love them!" worship songs. They lyrics are inane, and are often not in line with the theology of the churches that came out of the Catholic tradition (Roman Catholic, Orthodox, Lutheran, Anglican/Episcopalian are what I'm referring to here). The argument is that the kids don't get the good worship music. Let's give young people a little more credit here, can we?

I think that is plenty to be going on with.

1 comment:

tomzgrrl said...

One of my hugest pet peeves, without a doubt, is the whole "pet as child" issue as well. My Husband's stepmother (S-MIL) referred to our dog as her new granddaughter until I told her the what-for. I gestated and brought into the world two of her granddaughters, neither of whom I could legally take to a doctor and have put to sleep. That in and of itself should tell you that there is a difference between what really are her granddaughters and the dog we bought for $450 from some hillbillies in southern Ohio. (Not that I want to put the girls down, you know, lethal injection-wise. Or buy some kids from some hillbillies! Just making an analogy.)