Lately I’ve been noticing that things bother me more. Guess I’m gettin’ old and cranky, huh? Maybe. But with the immediacy of social media, we see the same things over and over. And over and over again. Ad nauseam.
With that said, I’ve come up with a list of things that bug me.
#1. Saying, “With that said…” or the shortened version, “That said…”
Whenever someone says or writes either of these, my teeth grinding goes into overdrive. I can’t remember the first time I heard the expression, but it seemed innocuous at the time. It’s a transition. It works. But by the time I heard it for the millionth time, it got a little old. It’s kind of like people peppering their speech with “you know…” or “like…” or “totally…”
And, yes, I, like, totally wrote the line, “With that said, I’m coming up with a list of things that bug me” with tongue firmly planted in cheek. It, like, you know, helps to keep me from grinding my teeth.
#2. And while we’re on the subject of overused expressions, how about the ever-popular, “Just sayin’.”
Ack. Thank you for letting me know you said something. I wouldn’t have guessed otherwise.
#3. Women who pose for pictures with their elbows bent and their hand on their waist. This pose is everywhere. Just look at Facebook. And when you get a group of women together, only the two on the ends are happy because they get to pose like this. The middle ones are probably itching to put their hands on their waist, but elbowing the chick standing next to them would probably be considered a little rude.
Personally, I blame Hollywood and the whole red carpet thing. Hollywood poses are everywhere these days. But two of the worst offenders are Kim Kardashian and Snooki. Try to find a photo of either of these, um, ladies without their hands on their waists. I’m guessing that by now they must have a Pavlovian reaction of snapping their hand on their waist whenever they see a camera.
#4. Making the Duck Face. Do women really think this look is sexy? Oh, sure, I suppose some women are able to pull it off. But most of the duck face pictures I’ve seen just look plain silly. Especially when some joker Photoshops big fake lips or Daffy Duck lips over the lips the poser already has.
|Marilyn Duck Lips.|
However, I do think we’re seeing the pose a little less frequently lately – possibly because it has been ridiculed so much. And, actually, it’s not a new fad. After all, you can Google pouty lip poses by Hollywood icons such as Marilyn Monroe and Bridget Bardot. But, like anything taken too far, it starts to look ridiculous. Once Snooki started making the duck face, “sexy” left the building.
|Whoa. Duck Face AND hand on waist. Score.|
#5. Snooki. There was a time when I didn’t know what a Snooki was. And my life was still full and complete and, dare I say, happy. Yet, I couldn’t possibly live in today’s society without knowing who she is. And that bugs me. Even worse, the fact that I’m writing about her bugs me. All I can do now is wait for the day when people will once again ask, “What is a Snooki?” And life will again be happy. That. Is. All.
#6. Putting periods after every word for emphasis. Okay, so I’m outing myself here. I do this. I just did it. And while I haven’t quite gotten to the stage where it bugs me, I sense that moment on the imminent horizon.
#7. Gas tanks. Some are on the right side of the vehicle and some are on the left. This bugs me. Why? Because I end up circling the gas station like a land shark trying to find an empty pump. As soon as I spot one and circle around to it, someone with the gas tank on the opposite side of the car has snuck in there ahead of me. Grr.
Hey, Auto Industry? Pick a side already and stick with it!
#8. Online shopping. Well, actually, I’m ambivalent about this one. I both love and hate it. I get emails about things I never even dreamed I absolutely had to have – until I see the email or the online ad for it. And then, of course, I realize I absolutely have to have it. What’s worse is that they make it way too easy to order it online. Just say no, huh? Yeah, like that works for me…
#9. Being asked to take a survey. Have you noticed that everyone wants you to take a survey lately? You buy a single pack of gum at the neighborhood market and the clerk asks you to take a short survey about the service you received. Survey requests are everywhere. You only have to answer a few short questions online and you’ll be entered to win big prizes. Yeah, sure. Does anyone really win these big prizes? I certainly never have. Or if you went out to dinner, and you answer their “brief” survey, you’ll get a code you simply have to write on the receipt and you'll receive a free dessert or appetizer the next time you show up at that restaurant.
This bugs me. Why? Because I can NEVER locate the receipt with the code the next time I go to that restaurant. Or, if by some miracle I remember where I stashed it, I’ll discover that the code has expired. Usually the day before.
About the only time I truly wish to take one of these surveys is when I’ve gotten lousy service. Inevitably, that’s the very time I’m not asked to take a survey. Could there possibly be a correlation?
#10. Making lists of things that bug me. Why does this bug me? Because the list could get really, really long. I’d be zipping along and arrive at #287 without a thought of stopping. And that makes me feel really old and cranky. Really. I mean, I can just see it now. I’m going to be that crazy old lady with the gray bun, shaking her cane and yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her property. I’ll complain about everything. I’ll start every other sentence with, “When I was young…” And, of course, everything will have been better back then. Or harder. Because if it was harder, then I must be better than these foolish young people who have it so easy. And who don’t have anything better to do with their time than posting photos of themselves with their hands on their waist and making duck lips faces at the camera.
Yikes. At the rate I’m going, my status as the crazy old lady should occur sometime around the middle of next week.
Or maybe I’m already there.
(Shoot me now.)