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Enough With the "Shoulds"

Don't you hate it when peeps are always trying to tell you what you should like?  I think I am finally done with trying to figure out what others find "good".  And believe me, I give most all of them a try before I tap out!  But here's a list of all manner of media and art that I should give a crap about but just don't!  What's on your list?



Movies:
Any of The Hangover movies.  I'm not dude enough, I guess.

Any of the Austin Powers movies.  See above.

The new It movie based on the Stephen King novel. Not happening.

"Torture porn" movies.  You people just need to see a therapist and stop keeping up the pretense of normal. 

The overrun of horror movies on all streaming services this time of year.  Why would I want to be more scared than usual?



Books:
A Confederacy of Dunces: I know it's Pulitizer-prize winning, but I guess I just don't get it.  Such a downer too.  And nobody wants to hear that much about a grown man's gassiness.

Anything by Susan Sontag.  I wish I was smart enough.  I guess I'm not.

The Fifty Shades of Gray series, and yes I did read the first one.  No thanks.

The old It novel that is now and updated film.   See above.  Nopity, nope, nope.

So-called "classics" that are hard to translate into today's world and hard to understand based on dated language.  I've tried....I really have.  Maybe my brain just can't work that way anymore?  I'm looking at you Bronte sisters.

Any positive-thinking-change-your-perspective-change-your-life-type crap particularly in the vein of Eat, Pray, Love.  Just get the hell out of here with that.

Christian fiction.  What the hell?


Music:
Ed Sheeran

Bruno Mars

Ke$ha


Bro country. Including by not limited to: Luke Bryan, Zac Brown, and I'm not sure how, but Nickelback kinda fits in here too.

Top 40 music: it's just so precious-sounding these days.  Where's the angst?  The sex?  The raw power?  It's all so meh....and I mean the adult-contempo and kiddie stuff.  How did everyone go so middle of the road?


Very breathy female singers.  What are you afraid of exactly?


TV Shows:
Game of Thrones: I'm sorry, it's just too violent and has too many diversions from the novels.

Dancing With the Stars: too corny.

The Bachelor, Bachelorette, any reality dating show: like I want to see up close and personal what happens when fools leave bars.

Just about anything on HGTV.  How do peeps have these budgets for a first home?


CSI, The Good Doctor or any TV drama related to crime, healthcare or violence: isn't the real world icky enough?


Other & Sundry:
Anything pumpkin-spiced.  Hey, I love fall for the looks, not so much for the flavors.

Huge rollercoasters.  Why?  Just, why?


Expensive coffee.  The stuff at Circle K is actually better than Starbucks and like 87% cheaper.

Skinny jeans on men and boys.  Just doesn't work, dudes.

Driving really expensive cars, having the very latest and most-expensive technology and spending a lot of cash on shoes.  I just don't have the gene, I guess.

Making fun of women named Becky.  Like, what do we ever do to you????

Constantly talking about and searching for coupons, Groupons, deals and bargains.  I mean, I'm broke too, but how boring is this?


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