Girl Talk Thursday - feeling peevish

This week, we’re discussing pet peeves for Girl Talk Thursday. Here are four of mine:

1. The phrase “Pet Peeve.” I mostly hate this because for years and years I thought it literally referred to some sort of pet. Like a domesticated animal. A peeve? What was a peeve? Was I the only person who didn’t know? I’d sit on the toilet at my grandmother’s house flipping through Reader’s Digest and wondering what a peeve was and why anyone found Reader’s Digest entertaining. (And why anyone would want to digest a book.) (I probably should have stuck to children’s books when I was reading efficiently and comprehending poorly in first grade.)
2. Bad service. I cringe even writing this, because seriously, what a stupid thing to complain about. How snobby! But I’ll be absolutely honest here. It drives me crazy when people are unabashedly crappy at their jobs. And I’m not talking a cold plate of food at a restaurant—that’s not the server’s fault and it’s usually an epic run of unfortunate circumstances. I’m talking a barista who doesn’t listen at all when you’re making your order or a deli clerk who piles your meat into a disgusting wad you can’t do anything with by the time you get home and realize it. ( I know. My problems are huge.)
3. Whining about cliques. I believe very strongly in the power of community and friendship. A group of two or more friends is a group of friends or a clique depending not on how they behave but on what sort of baggage the person defining them is carrying. When I’m jealous of some cool people I like, I think of them as a clique. When I’m thanking my lucky stars for the women who keep me sane, I call them my friends. Or family. I hate that I do that, and I try to check myself whenever possible. Because when it comes to cliques, it isn’t about them, it’s about you.
4. Skinny bitch bitching. I’m thin. It makes me crazy in the head when another woman gives me shit about being thin or prejudges me for being thin. See also: Just because I'm thin doesn't mean I'm healthy or that I work out. I don’t care if this is an unpopular opinion. It is never okay for a woman to make statements or judgments about another woman’s body size. Saying “girl, you need to eat a cheeseburger” is no different than saying “girl, you need to lay off the cheeseburgers.” It’s rude, it’s unnecessary, and unless you're sure you have a very close personal rapport with the girl you’re talking to, it’s never appropriate. (Obviously celebrities don’t count.) Which leads me to:
5. Defending celebrities. This one doesn’t make me rabid or anything. It’s more something I just don’t understand. Celebs have a different lifestyle than the rest of us. They put themselves out there. (And please don’t compare it to blogging.) It’s kind of our jobs as consumers of pop culture to engage in regular discussions as to whether or not someone’s shoes are ridiculous or whether or not someone is a huge douchecanoe or whether or not someone’s boob job looks natural. Why go crazy wasting energy defending a celeb? They’re not listening, and they probably don’t need our support.

Runners Up:
Wet bathroom floor resulting in wet socks.
Water in my ears.
Smelly public restrooms.
Eye dryness.
Static interference on a radio station.
Statements with a question mark that denotes a bitchy tone?
Ads on newspaper websites. Especially ones that move.
Websites with sound. See also: Blog ads with sound.
Email unsubscription that takes more than one click.
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