MzNeko

Actually, you should be pissed off at the stupid city laws that prevent you from shooting their irresponsible owners - the dogs are just being dogs.

Besides, shooting the owners would be more fun...

godfry n. glad

Not to mention far more appropriate.

Basically, I agree. However, shooting dog-owners, no matter how irresponsible, is murder. Shooting errant dogs, in most rural areas, at least, is protecting livestock from marauding varmints.

And, "just being dogs" includes running in packs and attacking and killing small animals, including small human animals. I'd say that shooting unleashed dogs could, and should, fall into the category of "protecting public health and safety."

It is a shame that the innocent dog suffers for the stupidity of its owner....rural or urban.

godfry

Huginn

From Dictionary.com.

Fashion:
The prevailing style or custom, as in dress or behavior: out of fashion.

Art:
Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature.
The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.

I see fashion as being an ever changing set of tastes or opinions that improve the social status of whoever carries them. For example, when someone is fashionably dressed they are admired because they have a good awareness of what the current fashions are, not simply because they look good.

Now, I think fashion does have a positive role to play when it comes to the clothes we wear. Clothes are about social communication and status so if you can use your sense of fashion to pick clothes that will enhance your social status then, great!

When fashion starts to leak into music or film or art or literature it can be harmful. It is happening. By some process I don't yet fully understand, it becomes fashionable to like certain pieces of art or creators of art (art meant in the broadest sense). In other words improved social status is awarded to those who like (or say they like) certain films, music, art or literature. It also happens in reverse, some things become unfashionable and social status of those that like the unfashionable is reduced.

The problem here is that fashion becomes more important than whether or not the piece of art is actually being enjoyed by people. People begin trying to align their tastes with what is fashionable rather than simply being honest about what they like and don't like. As everyone's tastes align to fashions, tastes become homogenised and so does art.

If we simply liked the art that we honestly enjoy and ignored how our tastes make us look then there would be more variety and honest creativity in art.

Does that make it any clearer?

Treacle Worshipper

Most of mine have been covered, but I'll add a couple.

- After my train journey today, those persons who inconsiderately store their luggage in the space reserved for wheelchair users on train carriages. Yes, I'll squash in this cramped, cold, stinky spot between the door & the toilet so that everyone who needs to use the facilities or get on/off the train has to clamber over me. Let your suitcase enjoy the carpet and clean air, not to mention the more comfortable ride, in the carriage proper. This is even more annoying when there is still a huge amount of room in the luggage rack

- People who assume that those who dress in an alternative style are doing so to make a statement, rather than because they (we) like the clothes, and feel the need to comment on their (our) attire, usually at the top of their voice from a speeding car.

Originally posted by Foofer
- The idiot fans at the Bad Religion concert last night that don�t know how to mosh properly. When did moshing change from going around in a circle and bumping in to people to throwing yourself at the people in the front three rows and trying to squish every ounce of breath out of them?

What you're describing is known as "slam dancing" or "slamming" (in my part of the world, anyway). It became noticeable when rock became fashionable (over the last couple of years), and isn't considered to be moshing round here Hopefully, the trend will pass on over the next few years & we can go back to less-dangerous semi-obscurity

- Myself when I blame the Bad Religion fans and realize that I�m old and have no freaking business in a mosh pit in the first place. These young whippersnappers don�t mosh like they did in my day.

Age has nothing to do with it. There are plenty of 18-to-25 yr old metallers round here who don't like our mosh pits being taken over by idiots. (I've put 25 as an upper limit 'cos I'm not 25 'til July. There are plenty of older rockers here as well.)
TW

trekbette

I can't agree with this one. I have been with few men in my life. But I have tried both circumcised and uncircumcised. And I prefer a circumcised man. So for my own selfish reason, snip those babies away.

Things I do hate:
1. Pelicans (hate the word and the bird)
2. Slimmy things (worms, snails, jello)
3. Getting my blood pressure taken. I'd take a shot any day over the b/p cuff.
4. When someone pulls out in front of you fast and then immediately slows down.
5. When someone speeds up so you can't change lanes, and then when you do get in, changes to the lane you were in. Just let me over dammit.
6. Country and rap music.
7. Boredom.
8. Books that end like chapters. You turn the page to keep going and the book is done.
9. Wisdom teeth. (I'm almost 30, when will the torture end????)
10. Now being able to be completely open and honest with the people around me. (Don't ask, I won't clarify).

Daisy

-Unironic bombast.

-Snobs and snots.

-People who read the newspaper while driving.

-Tailgaters, especially SUVs & trucks - I'm not gonna go any faster than the car in front of me, so back off or I'll drive the actual speed limit.

-People who haven't caught on that when changing lanes, it's best to be all the way in front of the car in the lane they want to change into. I think they figure that if they can see the headlights in their sideview mirror, they have sufficient room.

-Some people should not be allowed on elevators: those who block the buttons but won't hold the door open for the people getting on; those who talk VERY LOUDLY on their fricking cell phones even though they are in a very small space with other people; those who get on first into what will obviously be a fairly full car even though they know perfectly well that they will have to push through everyone else getting off on the second floor; couples who stand on either side of a third person and talk through them as though they were an obstruction.

-Cruelty, especially deliberate cruelty. Syndicated columnists who think torture is a reasonable method for extracting information from men who might know something. Men who skin live rabbits...that one haunts me.

-Gratuitous car explosions and other over the top special effects in movies.

-Seizure-inducing editing of coming attractions.

-Pounding bass with no accompanying music. Music so loud it can't be heard.

-Blackspot on roses.

-Sour milk in my tea.

fuct_okc

1. Income taxes. How the fuck are those pinko socialist bastards going to tax me just for going to goddamn work?

2. Career Politicians.

3. Bush

4. Those to the far left and those to the far right.

5. The new host of cheaters

6. Most Lobbyists

7. Layoffs

8. Customers

9. Ghetto people who don't listen.

10. People who drive minivans (what the hell is up with driving 15mph below the speed limit all the time??)

11. Contracts

12. The fact that retards who got a piece of paper from a college still get preference over people who actually know what they're doing.

13. 3.2 beer

14. Speed traps

15. Lazy people who can work but take advantage of social programs. These people piss me off the most.

16. People in prison

17. Most laws

18. Mohammed Atta

19. Many more....

Godless Dave

My house, which, when it's cold out and all the windows and storm windows are closed up tight, leaks heat like a sieve; but when it's warm during the day will not cool off, even if it gets down to 50 overnight and I have all the windows open and fans blowing air through.

Jackalope

Hey now, some of us have been dressing that way since before it was called "goth." I got into it as an offshoot of punk back when it was "death rock." But even that doesn't make it conformist. Wearing black all the time means I don't have to worry about matching clothing when I toss my clothes on in the morning. And I doubt most crowd-following goths would wear a tshirt that says "GIMP" in hologram glitter and rhinestones.

I didn't start dressing this way because it was "cool" or rebelious. I did it because I'm weird. And don't really give a flying fuck what most people think about me.

Jackalope

Public businesses that think it's perfectly reasonable to make everyone climb a couple flights of stairs to get into the establishment. Worse, the staff looks at you like you've grown another head when you ask if there's any handicapped access.

Traffic court. I now know why they have metal detectors at the door of the court house. If you weren't already PO'd from dealing with their phone system before you got there, you'll be homocidal by the time you're done dealing with the drones they hire as clerks. Number on the notice never gets you to a live person, number listed on the website is wrong, and if you finally find the number to talk to a real person, the hold time is at least 45 minutes. Oh, and that notice they sent? It didn't arrive until after the due date. But that's not their fault, right? DIE DIE DIE. Then I had to go to the courthouse in person, because you can't deal with paperwork fuckups or make court appointments over the phone. No no no, must be in person, no matter how hard it is for you to get there. DIE DIE DIE. And there's no metal detector on the handicapped entrance, so idiot security guard tried to make me go back out (how the hell I was supposed to turn around between two doors is beyond me) and come back in the doors that I can't open. Said guard starts apologizing all over when he sees me whip out my cane to hit the door switch because I can't reach it by hand. Then they send my assistant back outside because he can't come in through the handicapped entrance. Then they sent him back outside anyway, because he had his Leatherman tool on his belt. DIE DIE DIE. And that's all before I ever got to the damn clerk who I had to browbeat before she started acting reasonable.
AURGH.