Do you share my pet peeve?

[Alyxx Thorne]

I was born in 88 but I've always felt more connected to 80's culture and music than the 90's for some reason. I think it's because of the fact that in Norway, the 80's kinda lasted until at least 1994 and so I did get a taste of it before everything became 90's and my mother and father both loved a lot of 80's music and shows so I got a lot from them.

 

I would never call myself an 80's kid, not at all, I do consider myself a 90's kid on a purely technical level, but I can't deny that I kinda prefer the 80's.

[Psychotic Ninja]

Not really sure how that's a pet peeve. Maybe I'm missing something there.

 

 

People blindly believing stigma behind fandoms, like how all Bronies are horsefuckers.

[Selfsurprise]

^ I think Alyxx just neglected to respond to your last pet peeve and didn't provide a new one. For future reference to everyone, feel free to return to a previous pet peeve - just make it evident that you are doing, to avoid confusion... :3 I'll answer both your peeves Ninja.

 

On PP#19: It's been over a decade since I went to school, but I remember just half-arsing my way through homework. Unless it was something I really cared about, like the time we were assigned to write a minimum of four paragraphs about our favourite music during half-term - and I delivered a forty-page extravaganza about all the weird noise and electronic music I was discovering at the time, with crayon-doodlings luridly inspired from various mp3.com profile pages. But under normal and not-creepily-obsessive standards I'm inclined to share your vexation with homework. I can barely remember what it was like to be honest with you!

 

On PP#20: It's annoying, and a certain amount of "pejorative fashion" dictates precisely what subculture/fandom faces disapproval. It's difficult to maintain a balance between identifying with a particular aspect of culture despite others lack of understanding, whilst avoiding retreating into your own particular fields conservative brinkmanship. It's a sad trope of human exchange that demographics are characterised by the most negative proponents of a given group. This ranges from the insistent and mostly unimportant observations that fans of certain games or TV series are "the worst" for numerous reputed reasons, right through to far more dangerous narratives against whole races and creeds of people.

I'm fairly convinced that no-one can avoid coming up against this kind of resistance in their lives, some far more than others. I even doubt that most individuals can't honestly refute the assertion that they themselves haven't judged some unit of society over something that might seem trivial to others - if you know what a chav is then you might grasp how, as an Englishman, my prejudice towards them is deep-seated and nigh-on irrepressible at this point in my life. I'd argue that I'm self-aware to give an individual nominally-"Chavvy" person the benefit of the doubt and acknowledge that my distaste for their particular subculture isn't without bias or flawed reasoning on my part. But rigorous self-criticism and basic ingrained feeling can be wildly disparate. Some people have taken me to be an actual neo-nazi/NS loser/BNP supporter at some points in my life - the irony being I'm about as leftist and multicultural as a working class man from the West Midlands can be. Something tells me that being a fat white guy with a shaven head, in the habit of wearing a black trench coat, knackered-old black boots, and t-shirts emblazoned with black metal/power electronics/neo-folk imagery isn't universally regarded as "a good look".

 

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Next pet peeve - PP#21 - Dreaming about work. As if working five eleven hour shifts a week somehow wasn't enough for my subconcious mind, I have to have to have a bunch of habitual/anxiety dreams whilst asleep. I don't even know what the repressed parts of my inner-being are so worked up about. I'VE JUST SPENT THE DAY DOING STOCK PICK, FILLING SHELVES AND TIDYING UP THE DEPARTMENT. WE DON'T NEED TO DO IT AGAIN BRAIN. WE GET PAID ACTUAL HUMAN MONEY IN REAL LIFE.

[AP_Pastor]

Don't get me started with dreaming about school, last year was the worst. I reckon i've slept less than i've usually done that time.

 

And now for something completely different: a Seasonal Pet Peeve!

 

Carollers. It's that time of the year, when these little annoying brats come at the gate, not singing, but shouting out the carols and sometimes rattling the gates. On a normal day I'd be annoyed, but when I'm busy and I need any kind of silence and they come barging in, the guns are out...figuratively. I mentioned this in a previous peeve, but I just have a low tolerance for being interrupted, I can't help it, especially with a short temper.

[Selfsurprise]

I hate interruptions from cold callers so I can definitely sympathize with you AP, though carolling isn't really culturally endemic to the region of England I live in. If anyone is doing any variety of christmas singing they'll generally be doing it in a public place like a supermarket or high street. I'm also blessed due to the fact that I live above a shop without neighbours or any sort of public access to my door. If there were any carollers around here they would have to sing up towards to my living room window from the street below.

 

Next pet peeve - PP#23: Another seasonal treat! I know the old "christmas is crass and commercialised" bit is a nauseatingly smug cliche by now, but working in Asda I can't help wonder if Christmas is a collective hive-mind neurosis we all suffer from. When did food shopping become such a gut-wrenching, despair-invoking, cancer-propagating, tumour-inducing matter of balls-to-the-wall life and death for people? Assuming you actually like the standard fare of a traditional christmas dinner, would you normally eat turkey and sprouts during the other eleven months of the year? They are available for your perusal and purchasing pleasure if you do! Do you honestly feel as though you are losing out on the holiday zeitgeist if you do something marginally different from the superorganic unwashed multitudes of humanity? Eat something you actually like! I'm planning on cooking a beef madras on the 25th of December for the sheer spiteful hell of it.

In my humble opinion the word christmas sounds far too much like kristallnacht.

 

Disclaimer: I apologize unreservedly for the unseemly amounts of inarticulate edgelordiness in this one. Please forgive me. Christmas leaves my spirit bruised and my optimism for my fellow men and women undermined.

[Vapymid]

Try goose instead of turkey - you'll never go back

 

Regards