Peeved
Via Clancy, a “pet peeves” meme. And since an airing of one’s pet peeves is always therapeutic on a hot day in the dead of summer, I’m passing it along.
1. Grammatical pet peeve: I don’t have all that many of them, but “flaunt”/”flout” misuse bugs me.
2. Household pet peeve: People who don’t remove their hair from the hair trap in the shower. I once had an apartment-mate who did this, and it grossed me out every time.
3. Arts & entertainment pet peeve: The way every movie or TV show with an interesting female lead and an interesting male lead seems to go for the “will they or won’t they?” romance plot sooner or later. I get peeved at both the heteronormativity and the predictability. (Also: Commercials before movies. Previews I like; advertising for Ray-Bans or Coke or whatever, I most emphatically don’t.)
4. Liturgical pet peeve: I’m not a churchgoer, so N/A, I suppose. But I’m perpetually irked by people who selectively quote a tiny handful of Bible verses that support their favorite prejudices, while apparently ignoring the whole rest of the Bible.
5. Wild card: People who stand too close when they talk to me. (As W.H. Auden said of his personal space: “Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes / I beckon you to fraternize, / Beware of rudely crossing it: / I have no gun, but I can spit.”) People who punctuate their online discourse with “LOL!” And I’ve already blogged about waiters who ask “Are you still working on that?”
Bonus. Things I do that become other people’s pet peeves: The same apartment-mate who left hair in the shower drain went ballistic if anyone left a newspaper sitting on the dining room
table for longer than a day, which I tend to do if left to my own devices. I still think mine was the lesser crime, though.
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