On the topic of things I hate: scotch drinkers.
I mean, yes, I hate scotch. I've never tasted a scotch in my life that didn't taste like glorified, overpriced cough syrup, only without the benefits that cough syrup brings. But hey, that's OK, there's loads of drinks (and foods) I don't like. It's not scotch's fault that the flavours it brings to the table make me stare at it with a "WTF!?" expression. It's just not to my taste.
But scotch drinkers? Yeah, their obnoxiousness is pretty much 100% their own fault. When faced with someone like me, someone who has a well-developed palate, someone who shares with scotch drinkers a taste for increasingly expensive (and obscure) hooch, and yet someone who hates their drink of choice, they seem to suffer an immediate, crippling aneurism that makes them suddenly act like gibbons on crack.
"How could you not like scotch?"
"I just don't."
"You've never tried Dhomhnuillaonghascaimbeulfhearghuis single malt, obviously!"
"Probably not. I won't like it though."
"Well, if you're not going to keep an open mind!"
Motherfucker, I've had scotches foisted off on my by scotch-drinking former friends (yes, that is a fucking warning!) for thirty fucking years. How many more years of this shit do I have to try before I'm permitted to decide I don't like your filthy, watered-down, ineffective cough syrup?
We really need an alternative version of the it's ok that says "it's OK to like things, just don't be a dick about it". And then we need to force every motherfucking scotch drinker in the world to sit down and watch it for 17 hours straight in the (undoubtedly vain) hope that the message sinks in.