Leaving carts outside the corrals at the store. Failing to signal. Actually a lot of car or car adjacent behaviors. All of which go back to “my immediate convenience is more important than being a conscientious member of the society I live in with other people.”
‘Female’, when it’s used in a non-clinical or technical context to describe a human woman. Everyone has a slip here or there, right, so, broad stroke take incoming, but, generally speaking, I’ve never met or talked with anyone who reliably refers to women as ‘females’ who actually respects them. It’s a word you’d use to refer to a complete person only if you see them first and foremost as some kind of specimen, and it reaks to me of poor socialization, unhealthy relationship with that sex, or simply low class.
Smooth Jazz and 80s music. I had to work real hard to like vegetables. It’s an ongoing saga. But one day smooth jazz and 80s music just hit me, and woke something up deep in my spinal column. It’s purely nostalgia, and the initial delivery method was probably Spotify being very liberal with recommendations based on vaporwave and synthwave stuff. But synth and sax and all the stuff I used to find tacky and irritating as a child just made me feel at home. The word nostalgia gets abused these days but my sudden appreciation for the sounds of my childhood and the way they consistently make me feel like I’m nestled snug into the beige carpet of a Huber home, just existing without a care in the world…that’s some deep nostalgia. And it’s also nice to mentally congratulate myself on evolving to appreciate stuff I was too snobby or dense or whatever to like growing up.
Safety razor user; I change every one to two shaves. If I start on that second use and it’s too rough for the shave I’ve got in mind (mostly a problem for my neck) then I’ll toss it.