Curmudgeons are in a perpetual state of annoyance.
They cultivate their pet peeves wholeheartedly.
With art and age comes a greater license to voice such pained sentiments.
If you can kvetch in a funny way – it is a blessing to all.
In the spirit of the book by Joan Rivers I Hate Everyone… Starting With Me
And with tongue in cheek
My PET PEEVES… Stuff I Hate!
Stemless wine glasses (They look like cheap jelly jars for preschoolers)
Lengthy Minimalist newsletters (Duh)
Celebrity babies (Nobody under the age of 5 months should dress that well)
Gluten-free poseurs (You know who you are)
Being in a damn coma (Can you hear me? Can you hear me now?)
Smiley face prints on humorless people (Good try, but it sends a mixed message)
Faux shabby chic fashion (What statement do shredded jeans make? I’m homeless?)
Hobbit couture (The books and the movies, too… more effective than Ambien)
Coaches for everything (How to walk, how to chew gum)
Fuchsia leopard prints on world class athletes (Distracting)
Rowing blazers on douche bags (Think Kardashians in the Hamptons)
Artisanal breakfast spreads on processed waffles (Lipstick on a pig)
#1 PET PEEVE End of life counseling!
(And, of course, death)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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