I hate when people write “KEWL” instead of cool. And what may be worse (if you can imagine such a thing) is when they try and pronounce it. [Pronounced: q-uh-öol]

I hate when people refer to their own mothers as MILF’s.

I hate the word “jeggings.”

I saw a girl in yoga this morning with ‘Daddy’s Girl™’ tattooed on her ankle. (Someone was obviously molested.)

Not to brag, but I’m currently on day 17 of the 30-Day Bikram Yoga Challenge. And instead of becoming zen and full of love for every single human in the universe, I’ve developed an intolerance for a whole new slew of stuff. 
First and foremost, I hate when men wear hot pants. (I can’t even believe I’m even writing this sentence. As in, I can’t believe men fucking think it’s OK to wear hot pants.) I know it’s “hot” yoga, but really? 
A close second to the male hot pant is the man-short-short. Sadly, the yoga studio is in Silverlake so a lot of the Silverlakian [gay] dudes wear these string bikinis to be “ironic” and “cool.” [Note: They are neither ironic nor cool.]

I hate when dudes refer to each other as “son.”

I hate the handlebar mustache.

I hate when people say, “Oh, snap.”

I hate when drummers drum (with their sticks) on a surface other than a drum. For example, every morning when I walk into the gym (I’m in excellent shape), the guy at the front desk is “playing” the countertop [of said front desk]. He brings his sticks to work EVERY SINGLE DAY and just plays to the beat of the music coming through the speakers. And for the life of me, I cannot fathom how none of his co-workers have beaten him senseless yet.

I hate when people write “tks” at the end of an email to signify “thanks.” HOW HARD IS IT TO TYPE THREE ADDITIONAL LETTERS?

I hate that he went to Jared™.

I hate when adults wear clothing with their fraternity/sorority letters and/or class rings. (Can someone please tell me the point of a class ring aside from the obvious [which is to point out potential date rapists]?)

I hate commercials that feature people who are trachea-less. Err…that is to say, persons who have had tracheotomies.

I hate what Cedric has done to Lisa Vanderpump. (Anyone who makes her cry should be shot in the face.) Cedric is a terrible liar-person (not to brag, but I called this from the beginning) and if I ever bump into him, I may (or may not) kick him in the nut-sack.