I love broccoli. Like, seriously. Way more than is probably healthy.
I hate it when I have multiple different food items on a plate and they touch.
My guilty secret is something that I’m not going to tell! Haha.
I love unusual clothing, both physical shape-wise and color.
I hate pants that are labeled “small” or “petite” but still go like seven inches past my ankles. Guess what, clothes manufacturers? The majority of people buying “petite”? We’re also pretty short.
My guilty secret is enjoying dressing in all black when go exercise.
I love Lolita. So much. Mr. Vladimir Nabokov seduces the English language to the point where it bends to his every whim.
I hate when people say they hate a book because they’d been “forced” to read in high school. Any book you’re forced to read you’re bound to hate, I think. People should give those high school books a second chance (people who despise The Great Gatsby because they were forced to read it in high school: I’m looking at you!).
My guilty secret is that I’d totally reread the entire Babysitter’s Club series if I had the books. I freaking loved those.
I love songs for their beat/rhythm, almost never for their lyrics. A song can have the weirdest/most nonsensical/stupidest lyrics ever…if it has a fantastic beat, I’ll love it.
I hate people who judge others based on their musical tastes. We’ve been over this, but I’m saying it again.
My guilty secret is nothing! Music is music.
I love incredibly unscientific disaster movies. They’re awesome. Volcano, Dante’s Peak, Armageddon, Atomic Train (which I can’t find ANYWHERE. WHY has this movie not gotten Academy Awards?).
I hate “going to the movies” as a date idea. Seriously? Unless you’re planning it as a super long and semi-public make out session, could there be a worse choice for a date?
My guilty secret is getting overly upset when people misquote movies. I don’t like them in general and I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about them, but movies that I’ve seen have their audio automatically downloaded to my brain for future reference.
6. TV Shows
I love Metalocalypse. It’s like the dumbest show ever, but I think that’s what makes it so good. It doesn’t seem like the type of show I’d watch because it’s really not. I caught the end of one episode on Adult Swim way back when and thought it was super dumb, but then another ep came on and I was like, “the level of hyperbole achieved in parodying serious metal culture in this show is fantastic. I love it.”
I hate all those new shows that seem to all be slightly different variations of one another. I can’t even name specific ones because they all are the same damn show.
My guilty secret is The Biggest Loser. It’s an interesting concept for a TV show and, despite all the controversy surrounding the gameplay/tactics/health risks/etc., I think it’s a good motivator for a number of people.
7. Celebrity Crush
I love Leibniz. He’s as close to a “celebrity” as we’re going to get for me. I don’t have a crush on any celebrity that’s alive.
I hate how obsessed we are with celebrities’ lives. Oooh, Brad and Angelina finally became a single unit? WHO CARES? Go read a book.
My guilty secret is enjoying the fancy-shmancy dresses all the celeb ladies wear to stuff like the Golden Globes and the Oscars.
I love music that is hardwired to certain memories. Like this song. And this one. Even though I have no idea where I’d heard it before we played it in high school band, it is very, very familiar to me.
I hate music that doesn’t have a good chorus, rhythm, or hook. I don’t care how meaningful the lyrics are…if I can’t get into the groove, I can’t enjoy the song.
My guilty secret is pretending to actually be a rock star when playing Rock Band. Oh come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t done it, too.
9. Sports Team
I love the Olympics. That’s about as close to a “sports team” as you’ll get from me.
I hate the fact that professional athletes get paid such exorbitant amounts.
My guilty secret is enjoying playing group sports. I don’t like watching stuff like basketball and football, but throw me on a team (like in P.E.) or let us play rollerblade hockey and I’ll get into it more than anyone would guess.