I have some pet peeves. Like most pets, my peeves need a bit of nourishment and exercise in order to thrive. So I’m dedicating today to giving my peeves a long leash to stretch their legs and grab some grub.
Pet Peeve Number 1: Things People Say When They Really Mean The Exact Opposite.
I’ve noticed a number of common phrases that sound well intentioned. But when you listen harder you can hear the real meaning.
Take “no offense intended” as an example. Whenever someone starts a sentence this way it's a guarantee that the next words they utter WILL be offensive. And it’s intended. Here’s how it works:
Statement: No offense intended, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing such a
tight blouse.
Translation: You look like a whore.
Another phrase that never means what it says is “with all due respect.” If someone says this to you, you can bet your bottom dollar that they don’t respect you. Example:
Statement: With all due respect, I don’t think your idea will work.
Translation: You’re an idiot.
That's why, from now on whenever I hear these phrases, I plan to read between the lines, play devil's advocate, not take anything for granted and make sure that I’m looking at the issue from all sides.
Pet Peeve Number 2: Reality TV Involving Celebrities Who Are Not Celebrities.
From time to time, I like to watch a little reality TV. I’ve enjoyed The Amazing Race and The Next Food Network Star. I'll even admit to being sucked in by Survivor. That's why I’m willing to conceded that reality TV, in itself, is not evil
What is evil is when reality TV shows trot out a bunch of has-been second rate celebrities merely so the viewers can watch them disintegrate. What’s even worse is when the “celebrities” are nothing more than fame mongers looking for a platform to feed their own colossal egos.
Reality TV, I’m calling you out.
Actors are celebrities. Musicians are celebrities. Athletes are celebrities.
But the ding a ling daughter of a hotel billionaire is a spoiled brat. She is not a celebrity.
An impeached governor? Not a celebrity.
An impeached governor’s wife with a vocabulary that makes a sailor blush? Not a celebrity.
A divorced mom with eight kids, hair extensions, and a makeover? Not a celebrity.
The eighteen year old high school kid who impregnated the daughter of the former governor of Alaska? NOT a celebrity.
I'm proposing a new rule. From now on to be a reality show celebrity you need to have done something worth celebrating. And fanning the flames of your own unfathomable fame doesn't count.
Pet Peeve Number 3: People Who Use Their Blogs to Babble On and On About Their Pet Peeves.
These people are the worst. They're the kind of people who are so full of themselves that they just have to start their own blog. Then all they do is preach their own point of view, boast about their kids and protest their personal pet peeves.
Actually.....I’m going to revise my position on this one. It turns out preaching, boasting and belly aching is fun.
So with all due respect, and really there is no offense intended, please stop being a jerk so I can go and watch Celebrity Bullfighting - staring Charro as the matador and that guy from the Subway commercial as the bull. I'm sure it will provide me with some entertaining material for my next blog.
An impeached governor? Not a celebrity.
An impeached governor’s wife with a vocabulary that makes a sailor blush? Not a celebrity.
A divorced mom with eight kids, hair extensions, and a makeover? Not a celebrity.
The eighteen year old high school kid who impregnated the daughter of the former governor of Alaska? NOT a celebrity.
I'm proposing a new rule. From now on to be a reality show celebrity you need to have done something worth celebrating. And fanning the flames of your own unfathomable fame doesn't count.
Pet Peeve Number 3: People Who Use Their Blogs to Babble On and On About Their Pet Peeves.
These people are the worst. They're the kind of people who are so full of themselves that they just have to start their own blog. Then all they do is preach their own point of view, boast about their kids and protest their personal pet peeves.
Actually.....I’m going to revise my position on this one. It turns out preaching, boasting and belly aching is fun.
So with all due respect, and really there is no offense intended, please stop being a jerk so I can go and watch Celebrity Bullfighting - staring Charro as the matador and that guy from the Subway commercial as the bull. I'm sure it will provide me with some entertaining material for my next blog.