Things I (am marginally ashamed I) never liked:
Rent: the musical, the soundtrack or the idea
Red Bull and vodka, together or separate
Lipstick, espadrilles, massages that include the limbs (stay on the back! stay on the back! I don't need you to rub my elbow!)
Media gossip, celebrity news, famewhores (though I am entirely addicted)
Polenta, asparagus, January
Pets without fur (lizards, birds, fish--they belong in the wild and not in your bedroom)
Photo Ops (must I close my eyes and open my mouth in every single shot?)
Sample sales (the excess of consumerism meets someone else who grabs the bag I wanted)
Talking about sex with any of the following: parents, friends who I would never want to see naked, friends who I have seen naked, friends who I want to see naked
Chick Flicks (except for the following: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Bridget Jones's Diary)
Grrrl bands, sing-a-longs without a karaoke machine, when people insist on seeing "who's taller" and make you line up against them and then stand really tall and you always lose (am I alone on this one?)
Chick Books with hot pink titles and shoes on the cover
Fiery Furnaces, Joanna Newsom, 70% of Williamsburg, the Upper sides, most of "Lost" (I'm easily infuriated by it)
The Yankees, The Mets, The Frick
Away messages, saying TK "is the new black", psuedo-intellectualism, intellectualism that rides above my own dim understanding of intellectualism
For the most part, Kubric (I'm SORRY! I must be too stupid! I just...don't love him like I should!)
Text messaging, Blackberries, making the bed
Bath products that smell like food (chocolate, vanilla), drinks that taste like bath products (I'm looking at you, expensive drink I had the other night that tasted like French lotion)
Rent: the musical, the soundtrack or the idea
Red Bull and vodka, together or separate
Lipstick, espadrilles, massages that include the limbs (stay on the back! stay on the back! I don't need you to rub my elbow!)
Media gossip, celebrity news, famewhores (though I am entirely addicted)
Polenta, asparagus, January
Pets without fur (lizards, birds, fish--they belong in the wild and not in your bedroom)
Photo Ops (must I close my eyes and open my mouth in every single shot?)
Sample sales (the excess of consumerism meets someone else who grabs the bag I wanted)
Talking about sex with any of the following: parents, friends who I would never want to see naked, friends who I have seen naked, friends who I want to see naked
Chick Flicks (except for the following: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Bridget Jones's Diary)
Grrrl bands, sing-a-longs without a karaoke machine, when people insist on seeing "who's taller" and make you line up against them and then stand really tall and you always lose (am I alone on this one?)
Chick Books with hot pink titles and shoes on the cover
Fiery Furnaces, Joanna Newsom, 70% of Williamsburg, the Upper sides, most of "Lost" (I'm easily infuriated by it)
The Yankees, The Mets, The Frick
Away messages, saying TK "is the new black", psuedo-intellectualism, intellectualism that rides above my own dim understanding of intellectualism
For the most part, Kubric (I'm SORRY! I must be too stupid! I just...don't love him like I should!)
Text messaging, Blackberries, making the bed
Bath products that smell like food (chocolate, vanilla), drinks that taste like bath products (I'm looking at you, expensive drink I had the other night that tasted like French lotion)
3 comments:
I never liked Rent either. It's ok. I won't tell anyone!
I fucking hate Joanna Newsom.
She sounds like a baby combined with a mentally retarded person.
I'm with you on all but Kubrick and asparagus. Acquired tastes? On, and don't forget re: intellectualism: "I've never been there but the brochure looks nice."
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