So earlier this week we looked at the things that we hate that everyone else loves and as I was looking through your comments I was like, “You people are crazy” but then every 10th thing or so I’d be like, “OMG, YES, COFFEE IS DISGUSTING!” or something similar.
So today let’s go the opposite way. What are things that everyone else hates (or at least is confused about) that you love. No judgement. Probably.
I’ll start. Things I love that most people give me the side-eye about but that I still love anyway:
The taste of envelopes and stamps. Double spacing after periods. Zima. Taylor Swift. Picnics in graveyards. Hanging empty cicada exoskeletons all over my clothes like jewelry made of skin. Pineapple on pizza. Syrup on eggs. French fries inside milkshakes. Pokemon Go. Taylor Swift. Love After Lockup. Pimento Cheese. The Twilight books. Mindless busy work. Super sour cherry pie. Creepy dolls. The taste of baby aspirin.
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Spam, I love eating Spam. None of my friends like it. Everyone seems to hate it. I love it.
AIRPLANE! — the movie.
Brussel sprouts. I love them.
Last night, we were watching “The Masked Singer” and I kind of went on a nerdy rant about the leopard’s dress.
Because from the waist up (especially with that big ass floaty collar), it’s Elizabethan. But from the waist down with that wide pannier, split front skirt, it’s all French court circa the era of Marie Antoinette. I actually YELLED at the TV, “Dammit costumer PICK ONE ERA! GEEZE! You can’t just..go mixing one court fashion with another one from a totally different time period. GET IT TOGETHER, YOU DORK.”
Iron Man 3. It’s not necessarily completely despised, but most people don’t put it on any MCU Top 10 lists. But it’s got the best representation of what a panic attack feels like for me that I’ve seen in any media ever.
I love the smell of cow manure. Reminds me of when I was little and visiting the dairy farms that were in the town where I grew up.
the taste of baby aspirin
My husband. Most days.
Graveyard picnics here too! In fact, all things graveyard (I have an actual tombstone in my classroom RIGHT THIS MINUTE – Dora age 6). Prunes. Wearing the same clothes throughout the ENTIRE weekend, every weekend (it’s my part to combat climate change). Red pens.
The smell of gasoline, the red coating on advil, raw bacon
Mixing mayo and mustard to dip my French fries in. The smell of magic markers (and the smell of ditto machines – but you’re too young to remember that).
Hanson, pumpkin spice and Disney …. Wow I have never sounded more basic lol …. I am ok with this I guess
I love dreary weather – even if my depression doesnt.
I love the twilight movies AND the shadowhunter tv show.
I also really like the smell of gasoline.
Cold Spaghettios, I’m 56 years old.
I love chili and oreos … yes, together. 🙂
I LOVE syrup on eggs and hashbrowns – most of the breakfast foods….and Velveeta on French Toast.
The smell of gasoline, perm solution and my own farts.
I love the weird chemical smell of a new shower curtain liner, dry shredded wheat cereal eaten without milk, as well as super, super dry chicken and turkey. Oh! And I would lay my life down for the band Poison.
Miracle Whip. With white bread and a home grown tomato slice lightly salted, it is the BOMB.
Graham crackers dipped in lemonade instead of milk.
Call Me Maybe by Carli Rae Jepson
Ooooh. I don’t know what is considered strange to love! Here goes:
Mushrooms. Barry Manilow. Winter. Picking scabs. Alphabetizing everything that can possibly be alphabetized. New Kids on the Block. Chrisley Knows Best. The Karen Special. The way my dogs’ feet smell like corn chips or mushrooms.
PS The Karen Special is a bagel sandwich at our local bagel place. It has an Everything bagel, chunky PB, bacon, and pickles.
I’m gonna have to go with toast dipped in runny eggs and Kombucha #terriblethingswelove
double space after period. thanksgiving stuffing (both in the bird and out). pineapple on pizza. watching the same episodes of law & order (any franchise) over and over again. starbucks coffee.
Spoonfuls of vanilla buttercream frosting
French fries in chocolate frostys, or ketchup/ mayo mixed. Ketchup on my scrambled eggs, and pineapple on pizza. Using curse words like a pirate. Zima. Wearing animal ear headbands out in public. Liver pate.
Snakes. Weird Al Yankovich. The smell of tomato plants.
Black licorice, wide ties in a Windsor knot, driving a stick
Cream cheese and bacon sandwiches (Cooked and chopped bacon, mixed into soft cream cheese.) Because my mother made them when we were small kids.
I’m obsessed with dumpfire trash tv shows like Love After Lockup and 90 DF and I’ve stopped apologizing for it.
Pickles and pickled things (controversial only because my fiance haaates them)
Pumpkin spice flavored everything
Not necessarily me, but my late father used to love putting soy sauce on a piece of bread and then spreading peanut butter over it. Handsdown the grossest openface sandwich ever. But then again he loved sharp cheddar cheese on apple pie and salt on sour green apples too.
Taylor Swift. Double spacing after periods. Pineapple on pizza. Bean sprouts. Marzipan. Preflight safety briefing.
Harry Potter, Jane Austen, scrapple………
brussels sprouts and cilantro, FOR SURE. Music in odd meters. peeling nail polish off my nails, or bark from a tree.
Taylor Swift a few kpop bands are a secret shame. All things spooky. I love theoretical physics. medical textbooks. Korean cuisine, especially kimchi. Really colorful hair that gets shiny when it starts to fade from my silver strands. Cats and cats and cats.
Puns. Useless knowledge. Candy corn (though the mellowcreme pumpkins are better). John Denver and the Muppets Christmas Album (I will listen to it in May…or any other month).
The smell of a zippo cigarette lighter after it is used, the smell of gasoline at the gas station.
Nuts in chocolate chip cookies. Beets. Living 100 miles from the nearest freeway.
Syrup on eggs. We are kindred spirits. Chaffles (cheat waffles, yeah, there’s cheese in them, but let’s be real, we eat them because we want to cheat on carbs) with a dab of syrup and a bite of bacon – HEAVEN!
The smell of basements. Also, the smell of gasoline. Cold sheets. The Maury Show. Shamrock shakes. Pineapple on pizza!
Rolling tape between my fingers, some tape is better than others and have a better scent; the smell of library books; the Twilight books; the 50 shades books; dragons; tea.
I missed the things we hate that everyone loves but my responses to that are coffee and mint (flavor and scent).
Taco-flavored Doritos dipped in cottage cheese. 😅
Oh, I HATE the smell of gasoline SO MUCH that even thinking about people voluntarily relishing it gives me a pounding migraine, which, as luck would have it, can be cured by #17’s farts.
Doing the laundry. Being dirty & sweaty, aka working outside in Houston during the summer. Brown.
Split pea soup, grits with bacon, radish sandwiches.
The smell of skunks, and ketchup on mac and cheese! Ooh and pulling out ingrown hairs! Sadly my hair doesn’t do it, but my ex would let me pluck his. Joy!
Spam. Deep, dark, spooky forests. Citrus (SO MUCH citrus!). Skunk smell. Pimento cheese. Egg yolk on toast. Bacon with syrup. Old, broken-down, abandoned buildings.
Bus exhaust from the old days. Smoke from a good cigar.
Liverwurst, writing novels, dried mealworms for the birds (spill those on your feet and see how you levitate!), and I only grow things in my garden that can be eaten. If I can’t eat the flower, I don’t want it in my garden. I grow a ton of different kinds of mint and basil too.a
The 1986 movie Troll and the smell of musty basements.
Love me some pimento cheese too! Also, every now and then I need a slice of fried SPAM.
Big Elvis fan (as in I have a few Elvis tattoos), PBS cartoons (I’m an adult and find the message so simple and comforting). Taco Bell, cloudy grey days, burnt bacon, the smell of my dog’s head.
Cabbage. Doing laundry. Sunburn.
The smell of a fire house or fire gear. My parents were volunteer firefighters when I was little. That smell meant they were home safe 🙂
Pickle and peanut butter sandwiches, pineapple on pizza, mustard on cottage cheese, Rammstein, the smell of new electronics, laughing at myself (instead of being embarrassed) when I do something stupid.
okra, anchovies, writing and reading contracts, folding clothes.
Skunk smell when on a road trip. I also like tart cherry pie. Collard Greens. Lots of wasabi.
Skunk smell when on a road trip. I also like tart cherry pie. Collard Greens. Lots of wasabi.
That movie The Fifth Element. The only other person I know who loves it is my husband. “Leeloo Dallas, MULTIPASS.” Every time it’s on, I have to leave it on till it’s over.
100-degree heat (my husband says I am a lizard). Pineapple with peanut butter. Super large Best Maid Dill Pickles. Spam with fried potatoes and fried onions and ketchup. All the angsty and post apocalyptic young adult books (I am 42). Grilled cheese made in the microwave instead of a skillet.
“Cozy” mysteries and light fiction (like The Flatshare). The Price is Right. Wearing socks AND slippers. The smell of sulphur matches.
I’m with you on baby aspirin, pineapple on pizza, and exoskeletons in general (though I’ve not used them as personal adornment [yet]) but you are going straight to hell for your use of two spaces after a period.
Nickelback 😁 Maybe because I’m Canadian.
The way horses smell; black licorice jelly beans and salt water taffy (but not actual black licorice, shrug); Scrabble or any other word game; 80s rock; pimple popping videos; and cheesy rom com movies.
IKEA! The store, building the furniture and the smell of the furniture, love it all! Also love pineapple on everything, especially pizza.
Green olives (and the brine makes great chaser shots), molasses on toast, beef ramen, winter/cold weather, storms, doing laundry (good mindless/cathartic work, except socks — I HATE matching socks!)…I’m sure there’s more.
Pineapple AND green olives on pizza. Roquefort and other blue cheeses. Lemon and orange Starbursts. My husband likes Nickelback.
Pepsi and milk
Vegemite. Some Aussies I was on a multi-day hike with shared some with me, and were amused I liked it.
Tongue sandwiches and tacos. Apple butter. Being alone. Babysitting.
The smell of ammonia. Sweet Caroline. Steel Magnolias. The smell of permanent markers. John Denver.
I’d love to say “November” and mean it, but… no. I can’t.
Pimento Cheese is like a religion to me, and I’m team pineapple. In fact, I’m team fruit and meat in a lot of ways (grapes go in my chicken salad, for instance). Sharp cheddar cheese on Frosted Mini Wheats (pretend they’re a cracker) is divine. Blue cheese ice cream. Filing all the mail in my inbox. The new Terminator movie. Shitty beer.
Salty black licorice. Stinky cheese. The stinkier, the better. The smell of diesel or solvent (reminds me of my dad and my husband).
Sardines. Mayonnaise sandwiches. Rush (the band.) Ruin and disaster pr0n. Playing classical music really, really loud, especially Beethoven and Shostakovich. The book “Winter’s Tale” by Mark Helprin. Latin (the language). “Push it” by Salt ‘n’ Pepa. Grammar (my superhero name is The Hyphenator, and I’m also an Oxford Comma fangirl). Black humour, the darker and dryer the better.
The original Punisher movie with Dolph Lundgren, actually lots of objectively terrible action movies. The ending of Mass Effect 3 (why so much hate, it’s an amazing way to finish the story!) Pasta sandwiches. Putting cards in suit order (spades, diamonds, clubs, hearts) while playing solitaire.
Diesel bus fumes. Peanut butter, bacon and mayo on toast sandwiches. American cheese with ketchup on white bread sandwiches. (Both from my childhood.) lol, the 400th one to say Taylor Swift. The Curse of Oak Island. Second Life.
Terrible reality TV like Jersey Shore and Floribama Shore.
Also I agree with almost everything you said except the food stuff.
Helmann’s Mayonnaise sandwiches on white bread dunked in grape Kool-aid; the taste of baby aspirin; the smell of a new shower curtain; the smell of my own farts (because they’re hilarious!); cleaning eye boogies out of my dog’s eye; picking fuzz off a blanket and rolling it into a tight little ball and flicking it (it’s called picking fuzzballs and it’s very soothing); cooking frozen spinach and adding Helmann’s Mayo and parmesan cheese;
I, too, am in the double space after periods club. Other things I love that people give me side-eye about – long hair on older women, long hair on dudes, fun hair colors on people over the age of 21 (I’m in my 50s and have blue & purple hair and nope…not changing it to something “normal” because I am “too old” for it), adults who still love plushies, adults swinging on swingsets. So, I guess I have a lot of “age related” stuff….
Ketchup AND mustard on hot dogs. Miracle Whip instead of mayo. Homemade stuffing vs. Stovetop from a box. Coffee from anywhere except Starbucks. Old Kevin Costner movies.(Yes, even ‘Robin Hood).
Is double spacing after periods not a thing anymore? I like it and I’m going to keep on doing it! Also for me- pineapple on pizza and Love After Lockup.
In addition- 90 Day Fiance and Real Housewives (all of them- I’m all about the trashy TV). I like my over easy eggs on top of pancakes with syrup. And cottage cheese.
In my house, mashed potatoes. I’m seriously the only person in my family who likes mashed potatoes. That just means more for me at Thanksgiving. I like the Star Wars prequels too, which is also frowned upon by the other members of my household (and most of the Star Wars fandom).
Dad jokes. 80’s Hair bands. The smell of dirt. Eating frosting from the can. Bumper stickers. Curtains.
Batman & Robin (the movie), ketchup on eggs, peanut butter and cheese sandwiches
Entering contests even if the prize is weird.
Wow, a lot of us like the smell of gasoline, so nice to know I’m not alone ;-). And I too like buttercream frosting, the more buttery, a million-caloried, bad-for-you the better. And another one I’ve never met anybody else–I only seem to meet people remotely like me online & espec. this blog–like is the 1998 movie version of Godzilla (starring Jean Reno); love it! Oh, and raw choc. chip cookie dough.
Licorice–love it; love the smell of my old stuffed animals (I give them secret sniffs when I visit my parents–and I’m 52); love the feel of dough that you know is going to rise just right; love when the Fall leaves in my driveway get blown away and I don’t have to sweep them up; love when it’s getting dark and you walk past houses that have lights on inside (makes me feel cozy).
I love eating dry pasta. I love the crunch and the plain flavor. I especially love eating regular spaghetti or elbow macaroni, but I will eat any type. I usually have to cook two boxes for dinner because I eat half a box before the water starts boiling. 🙂
You had me at cicadas and baby aspirin.
Candy corn. Yep.
I was just talking about chocolate Twizzlers with a friend. LOVE THEM. Also most of the old timey candy like Necco wafers, circus peanuts (FYI prairie dogs love them), and the like. And science fiction and fantasy books (so many people hate them. Their loss). Smell of horses. I can totally see my husband rolling his eyes at something else but now I can’t recall. Phooey.
We are on the same page on a bunch of things. Pineapple on pizza. Syrup not on eggs (although if it got there I’d be fine) but on bacon and sausage. Fries in a milkshake. Love After Lockup. Pimento cheese. And sour cherry pie.
Also on my list: Mama June. Milk. Salmon patties. Cats. Reading. Leggings. Burnt crispies in the pan (burnt cheese is heaven). Pokémon Go. Wizards Unite. There’s probably more….
Mixing marinara sauce with alfredo sauce. Cottage cheese and butter spaghetti. Ketchup and ranch dressing over tater tots.
I treat myself to a baby aspirin “snack” every week when I do my mom’s medicine! I also can’t concentrate on my work if I have a can of Vienna sausages in my desk (because I want to eat them!) and like jelly on my
Salty black licorice. Stinky cheese (the stinkier, the better).
The smell of diesel and solvent.
SPREADSHEETS!!!! SO SATISFYING!
Oh, I forgot, cool, rainy weather and anchovies for me too.
Double spacing after periods <—I will die on this hill. We were taught this in school and then got out of school and it was wrong? It looks better anyway.
Hanson, mushrooms, rom-coms, romance novels
Halavah, Chopped liver, gefilte fish, a shot of wheatgrass, crying, the smell of sheep, the smell of horse manure, dining alone, travel alone, ketchup on eggs
The smell of a gas station- gasoline + old oil + transmission fluid + antifreeze, smoky + peaty single malt scotch, digging crap out of my horse’s hooves (very satisfying, and she likes it), anchovies on pizza, and peanut butter with cheese sandwiches.
Teenagers, mannequins, Christmas 24/7, Crocs.
Romance novels. (Shoutout to Courtney Milan!), Snowstorms, Excel Spreadsheets, Diet Soda, Pipe Tobacco smoke, Darning
Canned spinach, sardines.
Garden gnomes. Peanut butter and pickle sandwiches.
French fries with tartar sauce
Circus peanuts(the orange candy), lunchables bologna and cheese or the cheese pizza one, Taylor Swift, Pokémon go, Harry Potter, organizing public areas like a messy shelf at target, and the smell of hot pavement like at a theme park.
Tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches. Dad jokes. Candy corn.
Boxed macaroni and cheese. Not your fancy kind with a ton of real cheese and crumbs and sauce baked in the oven. No, the other kind. I will occasionally eat stuff like the ALDI goat cheese varieties, but they are still BOXED. See, I have lactose intolerance and I can eat the cheese powder stuff, but not your mama’s famous gooey sauce. Plus I like it, damn it!
Talking on the phone (to friends, not just anyone) instead of texting, super dark chocolate consumed in great quantity, ideally while drinking cheap wine and talking to said friends.
Double space after periods here too, as well as the oxford/terminal comma. Oscar Mayer Liver Sausage (but not braunschweiger – don’t ask me what the difference is because I don’t know). Mountain Dew (which is fine, but not something you see 50 year old women drinking.)
Lukewarm coffee, running in the rain, cleaning out the refrigerator, scrubbing toilets, taking out the garbage, plucking chin hairs, waking up before the birds.
~Cold, canned jellied cranberry sauce and you have to cut it between the lines and don’t skimp, get Oceanspray brand.
~Fries dipped in a strawberry shake, preferably the fake very pink kind of shakes.
~The smell of puppy paws and puppy breath.
~Also baby aspirin. So much so I took a whole bottle when I was 2 and we were visiting family in Louisiana. There is an old ER report lurking in an old musty basement that probably is more worried about the parents who had to chase me in circles around the yard in the July heat/humidity before bringing me in. Lol
Worcestershire sauce on grilled cheese (I grew up eating it that way – its sooo good!), halva, and popping zits.
If you like syrup on eggs…..and if you like peanut butter…..and if you like pancakes…..try them all together! slather the PB on the pancake, then an over easy egg on top, pour on the syrup!!!
Me: The Bloggess loves Pokemon Go AND syrup on her eggs.
Son: Will she adopt me?
Me: (weeping over kindred spirits in double spacing after periods) She must adopt us BOTH.
I add to cozy mysteries. Eating soup and sandwiches for breakfast. British panel shows (I live in TX), caffeine free non diet sodas.
Double spacing after periods (give me liberty or give me death). Taco Bell. Abba. Old maids in popcorn. Following directions, of any sort.
And damn- I forgot to add to my earlier list, the perfectly stupid movie, “Gone in 60 Seconds.” I have NO idea why.
Pipe smoke. Burpees. Uncooked ramen. Vanilla wafers. Candy corn. Candy corn mixed with salty peanuts. Broccoli stalks (rather than crowns). Tom Lehrer. Mindless TV. The smell of permanent markers. An empty inbox. Salad without dressing. Pairing socks from the laundry.
Honey Boo-Boo and family. I don’t even know why because watching the Mama June series makes me want to snatch them all bald headed and have a manners boot camp, but I still can’t stop watching and I’ve actually been worried that poor child since the end of last season.
I also like picnics in graveyards! The scent of drying paint, non-crunchy leaves, pickles and apples and cheese all together, popcorn with vinegar on it, lost bits of human culture that I find in the gutter (like Barbie arms and coils of phone wire and bottle caps), the color of tarnished brass, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t think of right now.
How my three hens get excited for their afternoon treat of dried mealworms but the one hen in particular stands right in front of me jumping up and pecking the bag while I’m opening it.
When my Husky gives me her wooooo woooo greating and our wired haired dauchsaund mutt tries to copy but it sounds like a Wookie.
Wine and a book with no responsibilities.
I love liver and onions (my mom’s fault), bbq chips dipped in cottage cheese, and rearranging letters in my head so no 2 vowels are together.
Pokemon Go! Love it! Still.
I’m a two-spacer too!!! My list also includes rodents, snakes, skeletons, SPAM, the smell of new tires, and gasoline (not at the same time), and the smell of horses.
Pouring milk over stale cake and eating it. I got that one from my dad
Sauerkraut pizza, grammar rules, editing other people’s writing, being the Beemaster (the person who reads the words at spelling bees), bees 🐝 (especially the bumble variety), anything animated, dreary days, the glomming, mayonnaise on green beans, phonics rules, Star Trek (the original), and all the nerdy things.
Peanut butter, banana, and mayonnaise sandwiches 🤷🏻♀️ With ONLY Duke’s mayo and Wonder Bread. That’s probably my weirdest like, though I did eat Dove Chocolate wrapped in hard salami when I was pregnant, and it was the food of kings and gods.
The feel of a cat’s fur under my fingers. The way my granddaughter’s head smells. How safe I feel in my husband’s arms. My daughter’s smile. Double-tapping after a period ends my sentence. Bare feet on beach sand. Holding my mother’s hand.
I love to get in my hot car on a sweltering day in GA summer and just sit for a minute or two before I crank her up and feel the heat. I love salt. I love letting my shih tzu lick inside my ears. I love opossums. I love that my teenager kids are sometimes snarky as hell. Lay’s potato chip sandwiches (just chips and white bread no mayo). Green olives and capers on anything. I always have to eat something salty right after I eat ice cream.
Winter weather, Christmas decor and music before Thanksgiving, pineapple on pizza.
I am obsessed with a band called Ninja Sex Party. The name alone gets me a lot of side eye. But if you are not easily offended and love 80s inspired comedy music, check out the video for “Danny Don’t You Know”. (Yes, that is Finn Wolfhard from Stranger Things.)
Nickleback, spam and potted meat, cleaning house, ironing (used to stay up all night when I was in high school, watch movies, and iron), the Oxford comma, edited/red lining on paper as opposed to digitally, and writing with a good old fashioned pencil that has to be sharpened.
There is a big beautiful cemetery in Buffalo that I absolutely love. It really is like a park that happens to have dead people. When I worked for a Boys and Girls Club, I planned some photography field trips with the older kids and they were so baffled when we pulled into that cemetery, but they wound up loving it. I did the same with my own kids last year on a day they had off from school. They had such a good time. Except when the geese were chasing us.
Love Island. Spreadable cheese in a plastic tub. Public transportation. Maeve Binchy novels.
Kippers, scrapple, dry cereal (no milk please.) Blackhead popping videos. Wal-mart brand generic Pop-Tarts (better than the name brand.) Taco Bell, candy corn, the smell of boxwoods. Smarties.
I also like scrambled eggs with syrup. Massive amounts of water. Cold weather. The smell of old spice. Orange crystal light. Double spacing after periods. The smell of lake water. Playing with tape and stickers. Oh probably so many more things.
I really like a process Like I have comfort from knowing what I should do next
I love frenches yellow mustart there is no other yellow mustard for me which is weird because i do not feel the same about other mustard types
Pineapple and pepperoni pizza (not ham!), Christmas lights/decorations/music starting the day after Halloween, the Duggars (Yes, I know. I’m just find them weirdly fascinating.)
French fries dipped in mayo. Mac and cheese with ketchup on it (I understand this to be common in the south but out here in the west people look at me like I’ve grown another head). Ketchup on tacos. Lost in Space (the movie with Matt LeBlanc — it’s horrible, but if I see it on I am compelled to stop and watch it — don’t know why). And my favorite pizza of all time has pineapple, black olives and (before I went vegan) sweet Italian sausage.
And I’ve found my people! Mayo sandwiches? Yes! Peanut butter and pickles? Absolutely! Pasta sandwiches? Sign me up! I feel like we all need to get together and have a very weird potluck.
So now I have to try french fries inside milkshakes!? Odd things I love: Swimming nude, honestly in my fantasy life I have a private lagoon and no lycra holding me back. Also, pb on frozen bread. And fake beer.
Crisp low thread count bed sheets washed in Vinegar.
How excited my three hens get when it’s time for their afternoon snack, the one standing directly in front of me jumping up trying to get whatever I’ve got in my hand.
How happy my dogs are to go for a ride in the truck.
Wine and snacks with books.
Molasses- like a plain spoonful.
Heinz rice baby food (the dry flakes kind). I add milk and jam.
Black and kalamata olives
Plucking chin hairs
Sweating from doing something physical like martial arts (but not stress or temperature sweat)
Extremely cheesy or punny jokes
Reading instruction manuals or inserts when you get a new device
In winter when I let it grow- the feeling of my leg hair brushing on the other leg’s hair or being moved by air currents when I walk. It’s like having antennae or an extra sense.
The smell of road tar
I love pineapple on pizza and I love ceramic dolls and skulls.
The smells of Pla-Doh, diesel exhaust, new cars and old hardware stores.
Raisins in my ham sandwiches (just mayo, no cheese), pineapple on pizza, and peeling dead skin.
I also love Taylor Swift and Pokemon Go!
B-movies. I love a great movie with bad/over acting, bad plot, bad special effects or all of them in one movie (bad movie heaven). Not bad t.v., no-no-no. I love a good bad movie.
An good pun. As in well timed, well presented, well worded. A good play on words/situation.
Dad jokes. This is my #1 favorite joke: How do you make Holy Water? Boil the Hell out of it.
Also, standing in the sand at the beach and letting the sand get sucked out from under me by the ocean and having my feet buried by the sand.
And Minions. Luv’em.
Lutefisk, Pee-wee Herman, and making all the money in my wallet face the same direction (a hold-over from my teenage cashiering days).
The smell of some plastics. Some chemical smells.
Wendy’s fries dipped into their Frosties are the best thing ever. And so are double spaces after periods. I’m not sure I will ever lose that habit. The Oxford comma. Candy corn. Stinky, stinky cheese. Snakes. NIckelback.
Flour tortillas with mayo and grilled hot dogs, flour tortillas with butter, maple syrup and peanut butter, accounting (luckily it’s my job), spreadsheets (job again), watching the movie The Day After Tomorrow every time it’s on, and milk with vanilla extract in it.
Pizza with honey, pizza with ranch, pizza with hot sauce. 🍕Yes to baby aspirin; My mom had to hide it from me growing up. Sour cherries, cream cheese and olive sandwiches, drinking pickle juice.
Liver, jazz, pizza & bread crust, opera, abstract art, cramped spaces, the smell of a musty basement, cabbage, movies with subtitles, 100 degree weather, compact cars, me.
The movie Ishtar. Falconry.
I forgot one! The smell of a warm paper as it comes out of the copy machine.
The faint smell of skunk in the distance.
Also Pokemon Go.
Eating as soon as I leave the dentist to dirt my teeth back up.
Blue cheese with steak, bbq chips dipped in sour cream, Kraft dinner , maple syrup on bacon/sausages/eggs/toast/fried chicken , and plain bagels toasted with plain cream cheese and bacon.
everything Charles Addams cartoons, and the Gashlycrumb Tinies (by Edward Corey). If you haven’t heard of him, look him up.. you will LOVE him.
Let me think… candy corn, circus peanuts, the smell of gas, the smell of playdoh, parody movies, collecting Tarot decks… there is probably more, but I can’t remember.
The smell of horses, including manure. The movie Rat Race (it’s a thing for my family and I, but it’s a pretty terrible movie). Reading Shakespeare in high school.
Gravy on potato chips and caramel potatoes. The first time The Viking introduced potato chips as a side dish for Christmas Dinner and mentioned caramel and potatoes in the same sentence, I was skeptical. But it’s delicious! I love Danish food. 😀
a-ha. Been getting side-eye on that one since 1986. Don’t care. I love those Norwegians.
I swear there’s more to them than #TakeOnMe.
Reality TV. Taylor Swift. Trashy romance novels. Star Trek over Star Wars. Hillary Clinton. Tofu. Beets.
New wave music, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, the smell of vintage, “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure,” lemon/butter/black pepper/garlic salt popcorn, solitude.
black licorice / now ‘n’ laters
(crunchy) peanut butter & Frito sandwiches on white bread
(crunchy) peanut butter & marshmallow fluff sandwiches on white bread
Kraft mac & cheese with canned tuna in it
eating dry coffee creamer powder with a spoon, LOL (i grew up poor so…)
cottage cheese (it has to be really cold in a chilled bowl though)
Nehi peach soda
double-spacing after periods, yes
cheese pizza with NO tomato sauce (don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it)
circus peanuts (the candy)
sweet iced tea (i use about 9 packets of sugar per glass)
I’m sure there’s other stuff i’m forgetting, lol!
Potato chips dipped in ketchup. It’s just like french fries, but I always get weird looks. Also french fries dipped in ranch dressing,and pepperoni pizza dipped in ranch dressing.
Lutefisk. Gelled cod originally stored inlye, but delicious with lefse and tons of butter. Alas, even my dog refuses to eat it.
Wintergreen candies. Pink grapefruit fragranced everything. Using salted butter in baked goods.
Gasoline smell. Bon Jovi. Basically ALL vegetables, since I was a kid. Broccoli was legit my favorite food from ages 4-8.
Pineapple on pizza. Bitter foods, sour drinks. Early morning exercise. Oatmeal raisin cookies.
The movie Cry Baby, unicorns (I’m 37), brussel sprouts, Britney Spears
My dog’s musk (an aromatic blend of stale popcorn and dirty socks). The smell of fresh asphalt. All of the Twilight movies. Black coffee. Birkenstocks (so comfy!!!) Roasting my marshmallows by setting them on fire. Plain Ruffles potato chips dipped in applesauce. Hot dog topped with peanut butter and a pickle spear. And I think armpit hair on women is beautiful, and I think round squishy bellies and baldness are attractive.
Circus peanuts. Olive loaf. Whitman’s yellow box chocolates (miss you, Grandpa). Coldplay. Warm, aka “brassy” haircolor (when did this become practically illegal?). Winter and its long, dark, peaceful nights, especially after a fresh snowfall. Hand-addressing instead of printed labels.
Sriracha, walnuts & eggs mixed into steel cut oatmeal.
Single spacing at the end of sentences is the new hotness? I was taught 2 spaces. I feel very old.
Cold spaghetti sandwiches. With sauce, of course.
I love untangling messed up yarn and Christmas lights. untangling things in general..I guess. and also plucking hairs out on my knees that I can’t seem to shave off (someone is gonna try this out there and get hooked!)
Salt on grapefruit. Just the tiniest bit. I can’t stand bitter, and the salt makes any bitterness go away. And garden veggie or olive cream cheese on a cinnamon raisin bagel.
The TV show Glee, Backstreet Boys, going to physical therapy, chopping vegetables
The movies Xanadu and Streets of Fire; the carrot-pineapple salad from Luby’s; any flavor of Mountain Dew; and hot dogs from a family-owned, possibly disreputable gas station that have been slowly cooking on those hot rollers all day.
I am entirely too amused by legal decisions drafted by judges with a sense of humor and style….and quirky legal cases, like Ross v. Forest Lawn Memorial Park, 203 Ca. Rptr 468 (1984). Look for the description of the girl wearing the dress adorned with live rats :). It just makes me grin.
Baby aspirin for the win. My brother loved it a little too much and ate a whole orange flavored bottle of them. A hospital visit and two hysterical parents later, he was okay. Okay, here goes my list, all chocolates must be kept in the freezer and eaten while thawing out. I am obsessed with ice. It must be filled to the brim every fill up. None of this 2-3 ice cube shit. Sappy romance books are at times the only thing right in this world. I like the taste of saline in my mouth when getting an IV. It lets me know the IV is good and in the vein. I have to have infusions monthly (thanks Crohn’s disease) it is a good thing. Small animals must be dressed in small clothes and hats. It makes up for all the little dog issues Chihuahuas exhibit and makes up for having to deal with cat shit. Ugh.
Plain greek yogurt with salt, overcooked chicken wings, The Sound of Music (movie and soundtrack), Opus T. Penguin, thin crust pizza (only), root beer, black cats.
Mayonnaise on a grilled cheese sandwich and ketchup on a fried egg sandwich.
Things I love that many people hate: Doctor Who, writing essays, puns, being called a liberal, Miley Cyrus and her music, cemeteries (the older the better), Airplane!, cow manure scent, Miracle Whip, Michael Jackson, the Oxford comma, flannel shirts, Amazing Grace on bagpipes, merlot…I could go on and on
Things I hate that many people love: Dunkin Donuts coffee, Starbucks coffee, turkey (the meat; no problem with the bird), yellow mustard, memes with typos, ukeleles, The Sound of Music, two spaces after a full stop, most Elvis music, trucker caps, soprano voices, whispery girl voices, Sting’s voice, the shows Friends and Seinfeld, most 80s music, “reality” TV shows, expensive cars, romance novels, rosé wine, most musicals…this list could get very long very quickly, too
Liverwurst. High intensity workout sessions. Kids growing up. I am not a monster, but you will not catch me posting on FB ‘I cannot believe he is graduating high school, it seems like just yesterday junior was starting preschool.’ This drives me bonkers. I love my kids and cherish the memories of when they were tiny little roly poly people. BUT – I love that they get adult type humor now. They are fun to hang out with and joke with and watch movies with. Not fun when friends bring them home intoxicated and they are only 16, but that shit happens along the way and I deal with it.
Listening to the same song on repeat for hours. Boxes, especially with magnetic closures. Socks. Strong lemonade. Organizing, alphabetizing, or otherwise sorting mundane little things.
The smell of gasoline. Banana baby food. Musical soundtracks.
SOS, squeezy cheese on popcorn, stuffed cabbage, original hostess cherry pies, smell of asphalt in a spring rain, watching people hurry about at the mall on Christmas eve, watching favorite movies over and over even in the same weekend, naps, my nephews
Dead stuff and murdery things, super well done meats (just burn the filet mignon or prime rib for me, ok), bus exhaust, tattoos, e-readers (reading is reading, man. Just do it however you want!), the newer installments in the Star Wars film franchise (Ep.7, 8, and I’m 100% 9…)
Mashed banana and grated cheese sandwiches. I love them but everyone else thinks they’re weird.
Liver and bacon for dinner; the smell of skunks (I get A LOT of side eye on that one); watching curling on tv; a cold, cold bedroom at night; sappy love stories.
Vienna sausage cold from the can, the Oxford comma, double-spacing after a period, “new” math (what some mistakenly call common core math), Trivial Pursuit (I can never find anyone to play with ☹️), going to movies alone, peeling dead skin off especially after a sunburn.
Twilight, deviled ham sandwiches.
I too love the cicadas, but not to wear. I love the movie Legally Blonde even though I don’t understand why and my friends agree it makes no sense cos I’m a feminist. But as I type this, maybe it does make sense, you should be able to pull this off. Complete nature silence where the only sound is wildlife and wind or surf, almost impossible to get. I got a lot of heat after 9/11 because blissed out on true nature silence, before all the planes were grounded I had no idea how loud the constant jets flying really were. Asking hard questions, I’m not sure other people hate doing it, but plenty of them hate it when I do it…
Cardigan sweaters, peanut butter, mayo, lettuce and bologna sandwiches.
I’ve never been a smoker, but I love the smell of the silver paper… so whenever a friend would crack a new pack, I’d ask for the top piece, but alas everyone I know has quit… lol…
The taste of chewing adult aspirins. Gasoline scent. Rocks. Taylor Swift x 1000. Smell of horses and Bloodhounds.
Roasted marshmallow Peeps, pineapple and pickled jalepeno pizza, chopped chicken liver, gribenes and schmaltz, celery soda, travelogues from the 1800s, supernatural romance novels where they pour all their creativity into the spelling of werewolf or vampire, reconciling bank statements, small town parades.
Oh, The Bachelor franchise (everyone who knows me says it is TOTALLY out of character).
The smell of creosote and asphalt. Reminds me of down the shore because it was used to waterproof the bottoms of docks and boats.
Like I said earlier, I love the chicken dance. Unapologetically. Also, chest hair. I’m so glad I’m old enough I don’t have to date one of these guys who shaves their chests. What a waste of time. And sexiness.
Fried eggs. Not fried eggs as in, there’s still something runny left when they’re done. Fried eggs as in, broken yolks, everything cooked all the way through, absolutely nothing runny, and maybe a few crispy brown edges. I like those kind. I really really really don’t like any other kind at all. Unless they’re scrambled that hard or hard HARD boiled.
Crispy french fries dipped in mayonnaise.
Peanut butter and onion sandwiches. Chicken livers. Really burnt BBQ in general, it has to be pretty badly burnt for me to say no, otherwise it’s SOO GOOD. I think it’s mostly because it reminds me of BBQing with Dad and we’d drink whisky and talk and then realize too late that we’d overcooked the meat. Whoops. Good times!
Those frozen green peas, cooked up with real butter
Helping frustrated people and leaving them feeling better
Having my feet touched
Harry Potter. Reading for fun. Pokemon Go. Oreos with water instead of milk. Non-fiction academic books about various aspects of Harry Potter (basically any book that would have been useful when I was writing my thesis, had it existed then). Beautiful copies of Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. Britney Spears. Miley Cyrus. Taylor Swift. Twilight. Shadowhunters books/movie/series. Scrabble. Artichokes, olives and mushrooms on pizza. Miracle Whip. Oxford Comma. Textbooks. EDM.
I second the smell of gasoline and syrup on eggs/hashbrowns/suasage/bacon.
Peanut butter & Bologna Sandwiches
Cheap White Zinfandel
Sound of pages being turned
Instant mashed potatoes.
Peanut butter and pickle relish sandwiches. Preferably, sweet relish, but dill relish will do. Also, peanut butter and Summer Sausage sandwiches. Don’t judge! You like Thai peanut sauce on satay? Similar, but in a sandwich and no cooking.
Also? I totally get eggs and syrup. Also, also? Bacon and syrup! Delish!
Bento box lunches based on children’s books.
Smell of a fresh box of crayola colors, Play doh, popcorn, and a new book. Chocolate Milk with everything, Hershey syrup on saltines, All carbs, Jello salad with veggies and mayo on top. MUST give two spaces after a period. Shakespeare anything, words or phrases that are unusual; “happier than a box of birds”. Poetry.
Fruitcake. I have never said to someone, “I’m the only person I know who loves fruitcake,” without them saying, “Yes, you are.”
French fries in chocolate milkshakes. Virginia Opossums and rats. Picnics and dates in graveyards. Bones and dead insects. Rocks. Maple syrup on my eggs. The smell of gasoline. Going up the stairs on all fours. Crouching on the bathroom counter to look in the mirror better.
I too love pineapple on my pizza and fries in the milkshake! I also love candy corn, Velveeta, bologna, mayo on my broccoli and ketchup on my eggs. I also love musicals, grocery shopping, driving and terrible puns/Dad jokes (even though I’m a Mom).
Pepsi with Milk, the smell of skunk
Lemons 🍋 with salt (or Fuji Apples) and watching scary shows with my 18 year old daughter and 22 year old son! Never alone though!
To the rest of the world besides Australia Vegemite
I love cutting things out, especially laminated things. It probably comes from the fact that my mom was a teacher and used to take stuff home to cut out for her class. I love the feeling of a good pair of scissors ripping through laminate. I work at a children’s museum and we are currently cutting out around 6000 pairs of elf ears for the Christmas season and I love it.
Runny eggs. CW super hero and vampire shows. Disneyland. Country music – I love the words, the stories. Harry Potter. Wizards Unite game. The smell of gasoline. Christmas music, even before Thanksgiving. Kid movies…I’m loving Disney +.
Jar Jar Binks.
I can only handle them 2-3 times/year, but when I want all-I-can-eat crap sushi, deep fried mystery meats, and freezer burned ice cream with stale fortune cookie crumbles on top, get out of my way, because nothing else will do.
Jar Jar Binks.
Pickles on peanut butter.
Quite a few people complain about me putting Frank’s RedHot sauce on everything. Or hot sauce in general. Even popcorn! Another thing people are surprised/judgemental about is how I consume whiskey & tequila without flinching. Hubby says “you don’t see many women drinking Jack Daniels the way you do”. Oh, and pizza dipped in blue cheese. MMMMMM
Forgot to mention, I’d rather clean the toilet than fold & put away laundry, or wash silverware.
The smell of kerosene and bus exhaust, turkey spam, brussel sprouts, Stephen King books, Hot tea with cream and sugar, lemon anything.
Tremors! The movie franchise. Love ’em all.
Popcorn or potato chips dipped in (Hellman’s) mayo. My aunt’s salad with green olives, cheddar cheese, bacon bits and ranch dressing on good old iceberg lettuce
Audrey Helpburn’s asshole ex-husband Mel Ferrer. This one super offensive, super tacky, super awful song called “Porn Star Dancing” that features juvenile sexism, Lil’ Jon, AND the guy from Nickleback all on the same track. Movies that could be described as in bizarre and in poor taste. French fries with mustard. Ashlee Simpson’s “Bittersweet World” album. A long list of sci fi and horror movies with : in the title. Walking places when I could more easily take the bus, even when it’s raining. Hanging out in a bathrobe at home instead of turning up the thermostat. The smell of gasoline. And on and on and on.
The smell of a barn. Raw egg in a milkshake. Mayo on french fries. Non-fiction literature.
ABBA, Disco, proper grammar, learning other languages, undressed salad, steamed veggies with no sauce of any kind, the horrifying smell of my cat’s breath because i love him, having the window shade up next to me on planes (yes, I’m THAT person), and Angelina Jolie.
Casseroles that have cream of mushroom soup as an ingredient. The smell of asphalt when warmed by the sun. Cold pizza for breakfast. Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp. Candy corn (or those candy pumpkins that are made of the same stuff as candy corn). 3/4-length sleeves on shirts.
Here I go with more stuff. I’m SO sorry, but I love being tickled. FIGHT ME
Ah! The cicadas. I use to wear them when I lived on a farm in Arkansas and they were everywhere. I love fried baloney on cinnamon raison bread with mayo. Best sandwich ever.
Brussel sprouts, dark chocolate – before it became fashionable, loose fitting clothes, rainy days, cold days, cold, rainy days, Jeremy Corbyn, mild to medium turbulence, honest, grumpy people, conspiracy theories.
Cheez Whiz. On toast by itself, on toast topped with strawberry jam, on popcorn, on broccoli or cauliflower (in place of a decent cheese sauce), melted and mixed with salsa. Diet Pepsi (in Canada. Diet Pepsi in the US is weird). Pineapple on pizza. Cheddar cheese on apple pie. A chunk of cheese to eat with my apple.
Walking through cemeteries. Old Sci-Fi and monster movies. Cozy mysteries The smell of horses. Shopping at a pay “by the pound” Goodwill Outlet.
Peanut butter on potato chips, horror movies, creepy dolls and using Twizzlers as straws.
Tofu, drinking milk with pizza, cilantro, reptiles, the Oxford comma, the movie Sweet Home Alabama.
Black licorice, glitter
Speaking in movie quotes, the weight of my weighted blanket, baby toes (to look at, not eat or anything)
“Love Actually” (OK, that one’s debatable. Lots of people love it, but lots of people hate it, too.)
lumps in oatmeal
Pineapple on Pizza. Capitalizing Words that I Feel are Important. Pokemon Go. Reading Children Books. Fries (and occasionally burgers) dipped into milkshakes or soft serve ice cream. Exclamation Marks!
Toast with butter and a schmear of Marmite. Mmmmmm Marmite…
Boybands. Those terribly SyFy channel monster movies ala Sharknado. Muppet Movies (No one really dislikes the Muppets, but I don’t know anyone who quite understands my obsession with them either). Christmas music. Sharks.
Fake banana flavored anything. And candy corn. And NECCO wafers. Take that, haters…
Processed cheese/American cheese.
Potato chips dipped in ketchup. Picking things off my skin.
Kpop, Minecraft (because im in my 30’s), Creature Features.
The smell of gasoline, the smell of markers, toasted pita bread with butter and cream cheese, mushrooms, karaoke, my hands and feet tickled/rubbed, boy bands
The smell of gasoline and a pickle, cheese and mustard sandwich…not necessarily together though 😉
I agree totally with double spaces after periods, pineapple on pizza, and the taste of baby aspirins (adult aspirins were such a disappointment!). Also liver, white chocolate, super spicy hot sauce, sewing and embroidery, driving long distances.
Pulling off my skin when a sunburn is peeling.
I love Breaking Benjamin and Five Finger Death Punch, vegetables (like, I am not vegetarian, but I could easily be one. I prefer veggies to meat), Harry Potter (which a lot of people love, but here’s my dirty secret. Snape is my favorite), sometimes the Twilight books and movies – I have to be in the mood, pizza WITHOUT pineapple – I could eat pizza for every meal, and snakes. Give me all the snakes, please.
Eating cream of mushroom soup as is, out of the can.
Frozen peas with ketchup.
The Whales of August and cleaning
Pickle juice! Straight out the jar. I used to replace it with water when I was a kid, thinking no one would know. Also, chocolate cake with…LEMONADE (don’t knock it til you try it!!)
Oh! And picking my peeling skin. My mom loves that one, too. So satisfying.
The X-Files. I can still name episodes and tell you who was in what episode when I see them in something else. I also yell “Cylon” at every actor/actress that played on on Battlestar Galactica.
hamburger pickles slices with a dollop of yellow mustard on them, the smell of leaves burning, the smell of gunpowder, baying of hounds, tomato and miracle whip sandwich, bologna, onion and mustard sandwich
1970’s soft rock. I listen to it every night to get to sleep.
I love 90 Day Fiance: Before the 90 Days. Don’t hate. I love me some Zied/Rebecca and Sumit/Jenny drama.
YAAAASSSSSSSSS! Pineapple on pizza.
Also: two-door cars, American cars, candy corn & mallowcreme pumpkins, bats (yep, the flying mammals), peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches, so much butter on popcorn that the popcorn is drenched, dressing up, doing laundry, airports & traveling by plane, blue cheese, cake frosting (if you’re going to scrape off yours, GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!)
Munchos chips, especially dipped in milk. Gefilte fish. Cool, rainy days. Learning about other people’s quirks. Watching people knit (I’m a knitter. Everyone knits differently, and it’s fascinating). When everything is spelled correctly. Conversations with big words and no judgement. Geeks. The feel of someone’s hands running through my hair. Unconditional friend-love, including physical touch.
The Howard the Duck movie, unironically. Lumps in my mashed potatoes. Pretzels dipped in cream cheese. Not brushing my hair.
And since I missed things we hate: all forms of mint. Peppermint. Wintergreen. Whatever. They taste like metal and sorrow and bitter regret.
Fried chicken livers, saltines in a glass of milk (how old school is that!), Muppet Christmas Carol movie (sooo good), kissing the top of my dog’s nose, sour lemonade, lemon heads candy
I LOVE green olives. I can eat half a jar in one sitting. It’s what I want when I start feeling better after a stomach illness.
I like watching the kid TV shows with my littles. Like, I actually enjoy them.
Getting my teeth cleaned!
Grated Romano cheese on soup, the smell of playdough, liverwurst sandwiches
Chopped liver, fruitcake, candy corn, Canada Geese, the blue horse statue at Denver International airport (Google “Blucifer),
Snow. Steak Tartare. Liver. Mayo on bologna sandwiches. Oxford comma & double spacing after periods !!
So many of the things I was going to list have already been mentioned, so apparently those things aren’t as disliked as I thought. Totally with you on the 2 spaces after a period – using only one space is just annoying. I like cottage cheese and salsa (I keep them a little separated in the bowl so I can eat one or the other or mix them by mouthful – great with crackers). Okra done any way – pickled, fried or stewed. Pickle juice. Dry meat (my mom overcooked everything). Organizing and sorting. Comfortable shoes, even if they are ugly. Having my bed all to myself.
Pimento cheese! I didn’t know anybody doesn’t like pimiento cheese! Boiled okra
I’m also in the gasoline smell camp. But also, MOTHBALLS!!!
When I was a kid I liked Crisco mixed with granulated sugar. And my Mom used to make me these fantastic pies that no one else would eat, with very sour apples (far, far from ripe) and LOTS of sugar.
pate and pickle sandwiches, blue cheese and guava paste on crackers, peanut butter and kekap manis sandwiches – lots of weird food combos! Watching earwax removal videos on youtube. I’m sure there are more…..
Cheesy pop music
Cheesy romance novels
Cheesy teen movies
The smell of my parrots
The smell of my husband’s sweat
The smell of patchouli
Fried eggs and fried baloney sandwiches
Peanut butter, bacon, and mayonnaise sandwiches
Pickled herring on Ritz crackers
The smell of acrylic at nail salons. The Fifty Shades books and movies.
Eating more or less the same thing every day. Diet Coke (genuinely sweeter than the norm, I think). Gwyneth Paltrow (so good at making fun of herself). Lou Reed at his most obnoxious. Jack White at his. Courtney Love, ever.
Brussel sprouts, liver and onions, the smell of skunk and Nickelback
Christmas pudding fried with bacon.
The smell of gasoline and freshly poured asphalt 🤷♀️😂
The smells of roofing tar and hot paper fresh off the printer.
The feeling of walking alone on a windy night.
pancakes without any syrup, smell of top fuel alcohol burning,mustard on French fries & onion rings, singing French, Dr. Pimple popper, autopsies, All things related to current royal families of any nation, videos of anything crashing, cats of Instagram, anything Purple, collecting recipes I’ll never make.
Olives, Slim Jims, mayonaise on french fries, MTV’s The Challenge
Otome games, K-pop, The Pirate Movie, reverse harem manga/anime and supernatural romances.
Frasier. Tab. The smell of Maraschino cherries. Harry Potter. Sheets that dried outside on a clothes line. The epic movie White Christmas.
regardless of what I tell people, i did NOT crawl out of the fanfic hole I fell in when i was 14, thankyouverymuch.
Fried leftover noodles drenched in butter.
I with you on baby aspirin and fries in milkshakes. I also like chips and frosting, the best being Bugles and cream cheese frosting. I love Big Brother, cottage cheese on bakes potatoes, cheesy musical movies (The Pirate Movie being on of my favs), scrambled egg sandwiches and butter and sugar sandwiches.
Plain cake ice cream cones without the ice cream. Kim Chee and pepperoni on sour dough roll sandwiches. Stinky salty dried herrings. Beer fish.
Oh yeah, insects, spiders, snakes, mice, rats…
The 80’s movie Critters part 2, It’s bad in all the best ways. The smell of horse manure. Skunk scent, as long as it’s at a bit of a distance. My mom loved peanut butter and onion sandwiches; then again, she would eat red onions like other (sane) people ate apples.
SYRUP ON EGGS YES! Everyone I eat breakfast with always gives me major side-eye when I do that, but it’s sooooo good!
Eating “dinner” food for breakfast (and I don’t mean leftovers)
Jersey Shore Family Vacation (people mostly think this is weird because I hated the original)
Flossing (I may be the only person who hopes to get big chunks of food stuck in my teeth because removing it is so satisfying)
Randomly deleting all activity from my Facebook/Instagram/Twitter (honestly, is there anything more gratifying than a blank slate? I think not)
Possums (no, not to eat). Vanilla ice cream with pretzels. The smell of mulch and boxwoods.
Pennies From Heaven the movie; The music of Charles Ives; Glam Rock; Gregorian Chant.
Black metal, crows, severe weather, pineapple on pizza, creepy things. Reading text books, phone books and dictionaries. Not owning a t.v. Dark humor. Cleaning a lot. Organizing everything. Sharks. Not fitting in. Being alone.
Gouda Moon Cheese, Sucrets Cherry Throat Drops, Tiramisu, Gingerbread, Brussels Sprouts, Alice’s Restaurant Massacre (song), Gone With the Wind, Jane Eyre, Historical Shows with lots of accuracy
Bakers chocolate dipped in Nutella, eating the hot chocolate powder straight (without milk or water) marscapone and ricotta cheese, raw ginger and the smell of fresh paint.
“Grilled” cheese sandwich with mayo and bacon (quotation marks because it’s best broiled in the oven not squashed on the griddle), french fries dipped in vanilla malt, sausage or bacon with syrup, oxford comma, two spaces after period, rereading books, and non sweet cornbread.
Lima beans. Foggy rainy days. The damp, mildewy smell of the old tent trailer we went camping in when I was a child.
liver, gizzards, pate’, 1970’s disco music, really lame bands like Air Supply, Debbie Gibson, John Denver songs, cheap beer and cheap bourbon, opera (only male singers tho), showtunes, clutter.
Lima beans. Foggy rainy days. The damp, mildewy smell of the old tent trailer we went camping in when I was a child.
Peanut butter on fried chicken. Sculpting and painting horses in 1:64 inch scale. Picking loose tufts of hair off my cat. Biore nose strips.
Popping pimples…On my husband.
The smell of gasoline. Hanson. Depressing books.
Iris Dement (singer/songwriter). Brussel Sprouts. Threading a warp on a loom. Handwashing dishes. not having television service (but having a tv for movies dvd or Prime)
Popping pimples… On my husband.
I love dub step music (EDM), Hallmark movies, the show Hoarders, and other stuff I can’t think of right now.
Double spaces after periods. The smells of art supply stores and stores that sell lots of wicker baskets. Putting things like pens and embroidery floss in order by color; in fact, just sorting craft supplies at all. Japanese monster movies. Feeding the cranky old tortiecat and watching dive into her food.
Oh, and Moby Dick, which I reread in its entirety every year or so.
A bowlful of graham crackers in milk, cream cheese on pizza (with pineapple and ham), and the smell of gasoline (associated with my favorite vacation at the lake as a child).
Traditional Irish Music, Bagpipes, Cilantro
I’m glad to see one other person agrees that canned jellied cranberry sauce is a modern wonder for which I give thanks.
chewing an aspirin (not a baby aspirin either.) Kimchi. The smell of sauerkraut fermenting (could just be the anticipation.)
Reading other peoples answers and going “yeah, I belong with these wonderful weirdos.”
Homework, The number 13
Midnight sandwiches of butter, cheddar, and peanut butter.
HP sauce and mayo in a ham sandwich.
The smell of exhaust from a 2 stroke engine.
Cooked cow tongue (eat when cold)
Rare steak (and I’ve been known to eat raw hamburger meat when no one is looking😁)
Black and green olives.
Mayo on my French fries.
Butter and salt and pepper on my French toast
I LOVE Glee and can watch it over and over again (I’m 45), the 90 Day Fiancé franchise, and cheeseless pizza with pineapple on top.
Pickled mushrooms, chocolate covered marshmallows, and turkey stuffing sandwiches (yes that is basically a bread sandwich). Oh, and sharks (yes the animal).
Korean dramas. Clean notebooks. New pens. Oreo cookies without the cream.
Endless weeks of soft, misty weather, broken occasionally by a few days of cold, partly cloudy weather. Ketchup on scrambled eggs. The wee hours of the morning, before the sun has even thought about rising. Egg bagels (which I presume are unloved because nobody makes them any more!)
I love the smell of skunk.
The smell of a furry, warm cat tummy, crocodilians of all sorts, and the idea of a picnic in a graveyard sounds divine. I keep trying to catch a movie at Cinespia in Los Angeles which = classic films, picnics, wine AND a graveyard. It hasn’t worked out yet, but I am determined that this will happen.
Double space after periods and the Oxford comma. Crocs. Harry Potter. Burnt cheese. The Twilight novels and movies.
The song ‘baby, it’s cold outside’.
Baby aspirin! On my god, haven’t had it in 50+ years but can still remember the fake-orange deliciousness! Also delish to me: creamed dried beef on toast.
The scent of skunk spray, but then I’m terrified that my dog will try to meet it. Brewed coffee that reminds me of skunk spray, but I don’t like or drink coffee. Lego mini figs. Rocks of all kinds and sizes. Okra. Lima beans. Opossums. Snakes. Salamanders. Insect exoskeletons. Learning the names of the wild flowers on our property.
Fruitcake. Obscure political and military history. ‘Sick’ humor (or why would I be here?) Open desert. Hot weather. Nerdy podcasts. Cheap pot pies. Slow conversations with long pauses and no interruptions. Monopoly and Risk. Offending self-appointed fashion police (the only kind, as far as I know.) Hyenas – like # 301, not to eat. The smell of latex house paint.
Some things I love: cold pizza for breakfast, dipping fries in honey mustard, tomato sandwich w/mayo, banana sandwich w/mayo, thunderstorms and long rainy days especially under a tin roof, classical music, being alone, fixing my own small appliances and computer, iced coffee, watching kids movies, especially Pixar, getting a pedicure, clean sheets, and last but not least, I LOVE being retired!
COLD MAC & CHEESE (preferably Kraft blue box the next day)
Popcorn and milk (It’s DELICIOUS! Be quiet)
Brand new office supplies, unpainted nails, frogs, mice, semi-colons, and oxford commas. I’m also a big fan of double spaces after a period.
bacon spaghetti (cooked bacon in spaghetti sauce on top of spaghetti noodles). brussel sprouts. in my house, everyone hates sauerkraut not me I love it, the same goes for canned spinach, double spaces after a period, and fries in chocolate milkshakes.
South Park, One Direction boys, Rick Springfield, the smell of my garage, humidity, scrapbooking, not finishing things I swear I will finish, my Honda Odyssey minivan, 80’s music, Miranda shows, soap operas, fried noodles and ketchup, being alone- ah there are sooo many things.
Due to my mother’s occupation and my early ambitions of being a manicurist, I love the smell of perms and acrylic nails. I had to stop doing nails because I had a bad reaction to the chemicals in fake nails, but when I get a pedicure and somebody is getting fake nails at the same time, the smell makes me so happy.
Trashy romance novels, bonus if they involve shapeshifters or time travel- oh yes indeedely do, Mr. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser has been on my hot list since the early 1990s!
Musicals. Especially the ones with extended dancing scenes starring Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire. Patrick Swayze and Pierce Brosnan. Law and Order, CSI, all the varieties of both.
Proper selling and appropriate punctuation. Cursive handwriting and calligraphy.
Arriving early. At least 5 to 10 mins. On time is “would have been late if anything had gone wrong”.
Overcast days with freezing drizzle! Just like Colorado Springs is having today.
OXFORD COMMA. Drop Dead Gorgeous, the smell of the band aids that used to come in tin boxes, new plastic, & clearing stuff in lines (vacuuming carpet, peeling tape, power washing, etc).
LOVE double spaces after periods, pineapple on pizza, skunk smell, horse smell, turpentine smell, liverwurst, rainy days, bats, raccoons, opossums, chipmunks, mice, tongue sandwiches, mayo on french fries, anything vinegary like pickles or salad dressing, really old musty books, English costume dramas, English murder mysteries, old furniture, old houses, reading cemetery headstones (I had a class in college in American Cemetery Art), really sharp cheddar cheese, brussels sprouts, Nickelback.
Oatmeal raisin cookies!!
Filling out surveys.
The smell of fresh tar in summertime.
Filling out surveys.
The smell of fresh tar in summertime.
Peanut butter and spaghetti sandwiches (with marinara sauce). Chips ahoy with lemonade. Nickleback. Bald men. Swearing. Reading instead of TV. The smell of automotive repair Garage. The sound of people speaking languages that I don’t understand.
Cottage cheese with ketchup and lots of pepper, honey in my coffee, cat breath and fur smell, skulls on everything, Frida Kahlo, that purpley gray color, True Blood, that long stringy stuff that comes out of your eyes, a Qtip in my ear,harpsichord music, those weird old cartoons like Silly Symphonies(watch ‘Skeleton Dance’)
The Twilight books AND movies. Slim Jim’s. Tattling on rule-breakers.
Rainy days, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, comfortable shoes, record players.
Double salted licorice
Rainy days, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches and record players
The smell of gasoline, collecting vintage bar tending manuals, indy perfumes, the smell of my husband’s neck, cereal eggs ( poached eggs, with salt and pepper, mashed with corn flake crumbs), mayo on most sandwiches, Birkenstocks, making light do cool things.
Cold Play, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, candy corn, ghost hunting tv shows
50 Shades of Gray movies, mustard on frozen burritos, teaching teenagers, Hello Kitty plushies, airports
Swearing for emphasis
Makeup (see also art ;))
Unicorns (yes..I’m 35…hi #175 lisa!👋)
Chocolate covered potato chips
Art of all styles/forms
“Roswell” the tv show..early 2000’s version
“Strangers with Candy” the movie and tv show
“At Home with Amy Sedaris” (tv show)
Any Riff Trax dubbed movie
Vintage jewelry circa 50’s and 60’s
The Oscars (FOR THE FASHION)
Bargain clothes shopping
Emojis (It’s cheesy but I’m expressive.. see swearing preference above😆)
The smell of caramel corn
Tart cherry pie (in fact, if it’s too sweet, gross!), carefully unmatting my elderly cat’s fur (he seems to like it okay too), the word fuck, country music (the old stuff and the traditionalists that came out in the mid 80s—do NOT say that IS the old stuff!).
The smell of skunk spray
The smell of manure
Okra (my Californian family hates it)
Trip and bone marrow in my pho, staffordshire cheese (blue cheese aged so long the white part turns yellow and the blue part turns green), the humor in the movie Perfume, knitting on needles that are thinner than my yarn.
Neil Diamond, the blues music, reading a book that I can’t put down, akitas, hot baths, listening to podcasts at night. It’s like someone reading you a bedtime story. The ocean where I grew up, and the beautiful crystal pure water on islands. Cats, all types. 80’s music.
Cottage cheese mixed with Indiana sweet corn😳, cleaning out a full hairbrush🤤, peeling off sunburned skin in one huge piece🤏🏼.
Sauerkraut, broccoli, brussels sprouts, when social events get canceled and I can stay home, embroidering stuff by hand.
fries in milkshakes…never thought i’d meet another person like this. i must dip my french fries in soft serve ice cream, preferably a hot fudge sundae. all 4 of my kids now do the same. and it started as dipping my fries and foot long hot dog in my root beer shake as a teen.
Pickled eggs. But they must be pickled with beets so the eggs turn out purple!
The smell of skunk. I mean, not directly on me, but in the distance
Skull art, sometimes actual skulls, Hall & Oates, Funko Pops, Hawaiian pizza, Hot Tea, socks that come non-identical, smart-ass t-shirts even though I’m in my 60s,
Rain. Lavender. Raisins. Really execrable B-Movies. Malls. Bleu, Goat, and Gorgonzola Cheeses. Theremin music. Doctor Who. Real Buttermilk Ranch Dressing. Oxford Commas. Oatmeal. Rocky Horror Picture Show. And, last, but not least, You. You are not everyone’s cuppa, but I like you, just the way you are.
The taste of Flintstones Chewable Vitamins. Picking scabs. The smell of rubber cement.
I forgot to add two more..
The 80’s/90’s cartoon “Jem” as in Jem and the Holograms…
Salt and vinegar kettle brand potato chips with/a smoothie..strawberry smoothie from Jamba Juice if you’re me 😉
Easy Cheese (the cheese in a can)
The Family Stone (it’s my favorite Christmas ritual to watch that movie. Many, many people hate/despise that movie, I’ve learned.)
Proofreading/editing other people’s writing when they’ve asked me to (it makes me feel like I’m accomplishing something)
Puffy Cheetos (the world is filled with people who think the crunchy ones are the only acceptable option)
Shakespeare’s plays (the comedies & tragedies) ( I had amazing English teachers and an exceptional theater teacher who all taught me how to look past the “formality” of the language and enjoy the stories and, lord, the rampant naughty innuendos!)
Brokeback Mountain (it was a huge cultural moment for two big name male stars to portray gay men. It was surreal seeing it in the theater. The cinematography and music are stunning. Most people I talk to about it hate and say it’s “slow & boring”)
Pineapple on pizza, absolutely. Honey on cheese. Brussels sprouts. Steely Dan (apparently I’m the only one…)
LIMA BEANS! Steely Dan, scuba diving with sharks, dark chocolate, sharks in general, Classic Coke, coffee not made at Starbucks.
Hall and Oates
Every once in a while, I get a whiff of something that smells like amoxicillin tasted like back in the early 80s before it was bubblegum flavored (I had a lot of ear infections) and if they made candy or ice cream in that flavor, I would buy the hell out of it. So that’s maybe my weirdest. I also tend to kind of enjoy filling in forms. And will watch the movie Saved! any time it’s on. And I saw someone further up in the comments is scooping cottage cheese up with Doritos which is genius, but I cannot have Doritos in my house because I’ll just eat the whole bag in one go, so I use pretzels instead.
Double spacing after periods 100%. I like Nickelback, too. Outside of that, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about how popular my interests are outside of myself. I like cliched romance novels just as much as I like books that are a bit more thought-provoking, but I think that a lot of you also like them too. I like the Star Wars prequels, not as much the original trilogy, but I like them fine. I like the new ones too, despite some issues there too. IDK, but keep liking what you like!
Crossroads (1986 film), Country-Fried Steak with mashed potatoes and gravy (but it has to be done just right, very few restaurants get it right), Bama Apple Butter, I don’t normally watch reality shows, but I may have been the only viewer of a reality show based on Gilligan’s Island (those poor contestants!)
Cottage cheese and Clamato juice. Perhaps this is something that was only ever made in my father’s family. It’s like a cheese
A slice of bologna between 2 slices of white bread. Then add potato chips. Delicious. The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team show (and I’m an uber feminist). Jewelry from CVS.
Wearing off-white hose.
You have to put two spaces after a period. It just looks wrong if you don’t. I also love dreary rainy weather when I’m cozy and in for the night. The smell of burning leaves. And Dirty Dancing, the movie. I miss Patrick Swayze!
Peanut butter and maple syrup on pancakes. Seriously, you should try it.
I love the Bachelor shows. And I love my dog’s breath too!
dipping my french fries in tartar sauce, mayo is OK too. Dipping them in a Wendy’s Frostee is the best. I also like pickled ring bologna, my husband thinks I am bonkers LOL
The smell of cigars
Peanut butter and jelly with pickles inside. Sleeping fully dressed (just hop out of bed and you’re ready to go!) The TV series Northern Exposure. Talking to trees. And I’m 62 years old but still get a thrill out of being able to drink directly out of the carton and no one can say squat about it.
I love Teaching middle schoolers, with all their weirdness, daily personality changes, emotions, attitude, and smelliness).
I also love being busy. I love having enough stress to keep me going (but not so much that it becomes burdensome). I love raisin cookies and white chocolate and processed foods.
OMG! Syrup on eggs! Yess!!
Do you all “double space after period haters” know that if (on phone or iPad) you hit space twice at the end of a sentence, it gives you a period and capitalizes the next word?!? Go ahead and try it! You’ll be a believer soon. Go ahead. Try it! You’re welcome. 🤪
Steely Dan, peanut butter and bacon sandwiches (and mixing PB with syrup, then spreading on pancakes is awesome), grits, Southern Comfort, hot tea, paperback books (and their smell), ham and cream cheese pinwheels, and snow.
Smell of sawdust (makes me think of my Dad). Notting Hill (the movie). Disco music. Pineapple sandwiches (sliced canned pineapple, Duke’s mayo, on white bread).
Smell is gasoline, skunks, cigarettes. Dressing on white bread with mayo after Thanksgiving. Burnt popcorn. Left over spaghetti fried in butter, Yoo-hoo. Club soda, fennel tea, liver wurst. Old books, dreary rainy days, the smell of the ground after it rains. Smell of coppertone. I have a bottle of me mother’s old perfume so I can remember how she smelled when I was little – I love the fuck out that perfume. I miss my mom so much. Every now and then I can smell it and I get hint of her, so bittersweet. I love that.
Things I love that others don’t (but you’ve given me hope that I’m not alone!): ALWAYS double space after a period. Proper grammar and punctuation (eschewed here, but I’m learning to be flexible). Hot weather (I live in Dallas and used to live in Phoenix for 8 years). Kale (yes, raw In a salad or puréed in a smoothie). Cilantro.
I totally agree with some of yours “Double spacing after periods. Pineapple on pizza. Syrup on eggs.” I will add: Grease 2. Mayo with my fries. Teaching teens comprehensive sex ed. Wearing a robe and slippers even in the summer. Near the water, but not in it. Tequila straight (no salt, lime, nor chaser). The Amazing Race (have only missed 4 live episodes since it premiered).
Road kill (“how’s the head!!!” that’s the part I want), ear cleaning YouTube videos, Dr. Pimplepopper
Has anyone said peanut butter and banana sandwiches yet? Because I love them (not fried, Elvis!). Sometimes I put jam on them too.
Cheez Whiz and jam sandwiches. Apple pie with a slice of sharp cheddar. Pickled ginger.
Veggie straws dipped in applesauce, tostitos (the little round white ones) dipped in strawberry yogurt, ripple chips topped with berry jello…oh, and maple syrup on cottage cheese.
Trying to peel the dead skin from a sunburn off in as big of a continuous piece as possible
Some things that I like that others probably don’t: The Twilight novels, fanfiction, and movies, Marvel (Winter Soldier/Black Widow) fanfiction, Star Wars (Rey/Kylo) fanfiction, Monty Python anything, black licorice, eating leaves of lettuce by themselves, eating any kind of onion, pickled beets, picled carrots, pickle juice, burnt baked goods, cold vegetarian pizza (without pineapple), peeling off sunburned skin, the feeling of an airplane taking off, walking alone in the woods, snakes and lizards.
Midsomer Murders (British show), flat Pepsi, the smell of my pug’s head (it smells like grape Kool-Aid), crawling into cold sheets, fries dipped in mayo, watching my favorite movie or reading my favorite book over and over.
Snowstorms, green olives, pineapple sausage pizza, tattoos, listening to the radio
My day has been made, pineapple on pizza for the win!!! (And, I love double spaces!)
I always feel like the only person who likes pineapple on pizza, but I’m so excited to see it on here multiple times. The song “Life in a Northern Town.” The alcoholic beverage Woodchuck. Old John Wayne movies.
A humongous thunderstorm, my cat kneading my head when I’m wakeful during the night, songbirds, modern Christian music, also I have a personal snack no one understands – cracker sandwich consisting of different layers of pb, catsup & cottage cheese
peanut butter-pineapple-egg omlette-cashew pizza; cooked spinach with vinegar; Kinky Friedman