The Friday Five meme from the RevGalBlogPals was particularly cathartic this week.
1. Grammatical pet peeve. It drives me crazy when I hear parents correct their children’s grammar. It just seems so rude. And pointless.
My teenage sons correct me if I make a grammatical error, and that drives me crazy too, which is exactly why they do it. I have the habit of saying, "There's ... some plural noun." Perhaps it's a regional grammatical construction because since Boy in Black first started pointing it out, I noticed that pretty much everyone I know does it. Even my mother. And yes, it's just wonderful to have a smart alec teenager say, "IS THERE some apples? Aren't you an English teacher?"
2. Household pet peeve. I hate it when the kids clean the kitchen counter simply by sweeping dirty dishes into the sink. Do they think the sink is magic and the dishes will disappear? Surely, they must know that hours later, someone will have to take all the dishes back out of the sink, and they will be all stuck together with food and cat food. Ugh.
3. Arts & Entertainment pet peeve. The way Hollywood promotes consumerism. Yes, every woman needs thirty pairs of shoes. Yes, money and clothing and a nice car and a huge house will bring you happiness. I hate how Hollywood portrays dysfunctional relationships as "romantic" (You complete me ... ... ugh) and promotes rigid gender stereotypes. I hate how women are portrayed as sex objects. These pet peeves actually make movie going fun for me, though. I love to go to a movie and then rip it apart. I’ve also been known to make snarky comments all through the movie, which is one of my husband’s pet peeves about me. Isn’t it great how all the pet peeves can be connected?
4. Liturgical pet peeve. Well, I grew up Catholic so I’ve got a whole list. But my top one, of course, the obvious one, the one that is way more than just a pet peeve and more like a major disagreement that has forced me to question and ultimately reject the church I was raised in, is the absence of women clergy at any Catholic Mass.
5. Wild card. When women put themselves down, especially when they say negative things about their bodies. It makes me sad -- and angry at the culture we live in.
Bonus: Things that I do that become other people's pet peeves? Let's see. I will often eat off other people's plates, asking for just a bite or sip of something. Drives my husband crazy. I never finish a drink of anything, always leaving just half an inch in the bottom of the glass. Drives my mother crazy.
I finish other people's sentences if they trail off. Some people don't like that. I am an impulsive, overlapping talker, which drives some people nuts. I am one of the most opinionated people on the planet, and some people don't find that charming. (I am genuinely puzzled by this because I love to talk to opinionated people.)
What else? When I am reading, it is almost impossible to get my attention. You have to say my name loudly, five or six times, in a tone of voice that indicates someone is bleeding before I will put down the book and look up. My kids think that's annoying.
Here’s the nice thing though. For every trait I have that annoys someone in my life, I have at least one friend who finds that trait endearing. Thank goodness for eccentric friends.