Pet Peeves
I saw where someone else delved into this the other day; I'm afraid I'm significantly more peevish than most.
1. I have to say this as pointedly as I can: LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. I have no idea what gave girls the idea that wearing leggings with a normal shirt is okay. A dress, sure. I can even give on a longer shirt that covers the bottom. But I don't want to see every ripple of your derriere, Rod Stewart style, just because you don't get that there is no fundamental difference between tights and leggings besides the absence of a foot.
2. Parents who are not parents at all. There are heaps of feral children here scraggling about, knocking things off of shelves, running around, screaming and just being a general nuisance. This is not self-expression, this is brattery.
3. People who try to talk to you when you're obviously reading. This needs no explanation. Similarly, people who use their phone in the library. Usually to talk about how they're studying. Instead of studying. And instead, annoying people. I have to refrain from walking over to them, silently ripping their phone from their hands and stomping on it in a childish display. If you go to the library, you do so for peace.
4. People who refer to English things as British. I HATE this. It's an annoying, subversive, colonial attempt to make it seem a united nation (snigger) when it is, in fact, not. At all. And Britain isn't great. This was a source of great contention with a fellow classmate who disgustedly asked me if I was a Republican (in the Irish Nationalist sense). HA.
5. Tailgaters, slow people and those who cut you off while driving. I hate driving. It's like running an obstacle course. A stupidly bad one full of idiots who, based on their driving abilities, seem to have the awareness of a person who took one too many cold pills. I'm not convinced that some of them aren't slipping in and out of consciousness.
I also heard the funniest (but coincidentally sad) thing ever.
In response to question about what connection between Oedipus' name's meaning and the riddle of the Sphinx (which only marginally involves feet, by the way):
"Well, maybe because he had a deformed foot, he just thought about feet a lot more."
I'm. not. joking.
What's worse is that it was said in complete sincerity and seriousness.
Also, I'm not sure why high heels seem to make men act idiotic. I have yet to hold the door open for myself today (this rarely happens) and I've had more than one person approach me on the street, with the fabulously creative "Hey baby." Ugh. And it's not even like they're sexy shoes.
They're these:
Which are super cute and comfy -- I had a presentation this morning so cute + comfy matters, although I think it might subconsciously be me trying to be taller and therefore feel more confident. Or powerful. Or something. Although consciously, just wanted excuse to wear new favorite pair of shoes (seriously, the comfort level on these shoes is phenomenal.)
Leaving to a French exam. I'm not prepared for this today!
1. I have to say this as pointedly as I can: LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. I have no idea what gave girls the idea that wearing leggings with a normal shirt is okay. A dress, sure. I can even give on a longer shirt that covers the bottom. But I don't want to see every ripple of your derriere, Rod Stewart style, just because you don't get that there is no fundamental difference between tights and leggings besides the absence of a foot.
2. Parents who are not parents at all. There are heaps of feral children here scraggling about, knocking things off of shelves, running around, screaming and just being a general nuisance. This is not self-expression, this is brattery.
3. People who try to talk to you when you're obviously reading. This needs no explanation. Similarly, people who use their phone in the library. Usually to talk about how they're studying. Instead of studying. And instead, annoying people. I have to refrain from walking over to them, silently ripping their phone from their hands and stomping on it in a childish display. If you go to the library, you do so for peace.
4. People who refer to English things as British. I HATE this. It's an annoying, subversive, colonial attempt to make it seem a united nation (snigger) when it is, in fact, not. At all. And Britain isn't great. This was a source of great contention with a fellow classmate who disgustedly asked me if I was a Republican (in the Irish Nationalist sense). HA.
5. Tailgaters, slow people and those who cut you off while driving. I hate driving. It's like running an obstacle course. A stupidly bad one full of idiots who, based on their driving abilities, seem to have the awareness of a person who took one too many cold pills. I'm not convinced that some of them aren't slipping in and out of consciousness.
I also heard the funniest (but coincidentally sad) thing ever.
In response to question about what connection between Oedipus' name's meaning and the riddle of the Sphinx (which only marginally involves feet, by the way):
"Well, maybe because he had a deformed foot, he just thought about feet a lot more."
I'm. not. joking.
What's worse is that it was said in complete sincerity and seriousness.
Also, I'm not sure why high heels seem to make men act idiotic. I have yet to hold the door open for myself today (this rarely happens) and I've had more than one person approach me on the street, with the fabulously creative "Hey baby." Ugh. And it's not even like they're sexy shoes.
They're these:
Which are super cute and comfy -- I had a presentation this morning so cute + comfy matters, although I think it might subconsciously be me trying to be taller and therefore feel more confident. Or powerful. Or something. Although consciously, just wanted excuse to wear new favorite pair of shoes (seriously, the comfort level on these shoes is phenomenal.)
Leaving to a French exam. I'm not prepared for this today!