I may get murdered for this, but…
Pride. I get the sentiment from back in the day, but now it’s more or less a public display of fetish and narcissism. And I am so sick of fucking rainbows, perhaps enhanced since covid and having a primary school aged girl.
In fact, while I’m at it, flags for your identity is fucking tribal and bizarre when waved in the name of inclusivity.
I also hate how sexuality - or perhaps even protected identity characteristics full stop - is commercialised and sanctimoniously rammed down your throat periodically when corporations feel like making you dance and pay for the privilege.
Anti GB rhetoric. Give it a rest, we aren’t that bad, even in the context of history, where pretty much every country or people has had a turn at being shits when viewed in the modern context. And this is coming from someone ethnically Irish.
TikTok.
Facebook.
Snapchat.
Instagram.
Lip fillers that make lips look translucent, it makes me think of cysts.
Light entertainment tv dross.
#bekind and affirmation quotes.
Big eyebrows.
Bull terrier breed type of dogs and people who say, “it’s not the dog, it’s the owner”.
Posting workouts to social media. Well done Angela, you managed a 5km run this morning whilst I was barely functioning. You’re so great and fit and healthy and much better than I am.
Disney and anything that infantilised adults revel in.
Drag queens.
Weed smokers in public on a sunny day and it lingers in the air. It smells awful, do it at home. You might like having the scent of a sweaty ballsack but I don’t.
Whilst on subject of dugs - cocaine. I know you love it, but you’re annoying as fuck on it and someone literally directly or indirectly died just so you could have your 30mins of being peppy and obnoxious.
University education. Largely (unless going into a profession where it’s stipulated to practice, eg law, medicine etc) vastly overpriced and academically poor (sorry, but it is).