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Things We Hate #5: Global Warming Jokes


First off, I am not necessarily a climate change denier. I believe the earth is probably getting warmer, and doing so at a rate not unlike what it’s done for thousands of years. I don’t believe that human-made carbon emissions are the root of this rise, but I understand why eco-freaks dispense their doomsday theories. They’re simply starting high by exaggerating potential outcomes in their negotiations to achieve their real desired policy changes. Fine. Continue Reading »

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Things We Hate #4: Faux-hawks

Lookin’ sharp, douche nozzle

How did this get popular? Seriously? It’s half a haircut.

Either shave your head into a real mohawk, or don’t have one at all. You can’t have it both ways. This reminds me of approximately 15 years ago when rappers would wear their overalls with one of the fasteners unbuttoned so the flap was hanging down. Or something I still see today when some idiot has his pants hanging down around his ass. Either pull the pants up or don’t wear pants at all. You look like you’re in the process of getting dressed or preparing to be sexually attacked in prison.

On second thought, just pull your goddamn pants up. There is no second option. If you’re in public, you wear pants – no exceptions!

Same goes with faux-hawks. You’re not fooling anyone, you just look like you ran out of ideas. Ummm… maybe I’ll push my hair together so it looks like I’m making a church with it. No you won’t! You’ll either shave your head so there’s only one spiky strip remaining, which will be as cool as something from 1983 can be and will frighten old people and Eastern Asian tourists, or you’ll style your hair like a non-douche bag. No going half way here!

The only time a faux hawk is acceptable is if you’re in the shower with a girl (or another dude if you’re gay, I suppose) and she makes one for you with the shampoo. That’s it. All other times it’s either a real mohawk or none at all. This exception applies if you’re Ferris Bueller, too.

If you ever get a bug up your ass about wearing a faux-hawk, just remember the image below from the movie For Your Consideration:

Lookin’ sharp, Fred Willard

There. You’re cured. Don’t wear a stupid faux-hawk.


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Things We Hate #3: Joe Thornton on the Sharks

Joe moves out West 

It’s time to start growing your playoff beard. The Colorado Avalanche are in the playoffs with games starting tonight! Since we narrowly missed facing a juggernaut San Jose Sharks team (and might play them next round if we get past the soul-suckingly boring Minnesota Wild), I’m reminded of one of the all-time bonehead front office moves.

Of course, I’m talking about the Boston Bruins trading away their captain in the middle of the ’05-’06 season. What’s the thought process here? “How can we, the Boston Bruins, both improve our chances of winning the Stanley Cup while enhancing our public image? I know! We’ll trade away our most popular player, leading scorer, and overall face of the franchise! Joe Thornton, pack your bags! We’re sending you to a better team, a warmer climate, and a more forgiving fanbase for 60 cents on the dollar!”

As an added bonus, Thornton now plays in the Western Conference where my Avalanche gets to face him about 6x more often, and might have to deal with him up close and personal for up to seven games in a couple weeks. Thanks, Bruins!

I suppose this is the kind of tactic we should expect from the town that traded Babe Ruth. Should the Avalanche fall, I hope Thornton hoists that cup with the Sharks just to spite the Bruins (especially since Boston wins every other damn title in sports). Maybe 90 years from now, the Bruins can hoist the Cup once again. For now, enjoy last place, dipshits!

Here’s lookin’ up your dress…


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Things We Hate #2: Donuts at the Office

It is a well established fact that with the possible exception of someone being fired, no news in the white collared world travels faster than that of donuts, bagels, muffins or any other breakfast treat brought into the office by some vendor, client, boss, or someone paying penance for inconveniencing everyone else somehow. Hungry denizens of the cubicle world descend on the treats like vultures on fresh road kill, everyone knowing full well the ratio of donuts to people is simply impossible. Most of the time, the tasty treats are not long for the world, usually picked clean in a matter of minutes. I challenge anyone to present a situation more maddening than arriving a few minutes late, perhaps due to the fact that you were actually being productive for just a little while and being welcomed with this:


What the hell? There are two possible explanations I can venture for this all too common situation, which seems to happen at least 60% of the time someone brings donuts to the Office.


1. Someone trying to be “nice” didn’t want to take the last one, and ripped it in half to leave the other half for someone else.

2. Some fatty feels guilty about taking a whole donut and only takes half. Although I’m sure the aforementioned fatty probably made at least one other trip to the donut box for whole ones when he or she didn’t think anyone was watching.

Little do these people realize the fallout they cause from such an act. Everyone in the office who missed out on the donuts, or who decides to go for seconds later in the day is doomed to walk up to the box with high hopes only to find them dashed by a sorry looking half donut. It would be way too easy to just eat the whole last donut and throw the box away so as to prevent everyone else from false hope the entire afternoon. Instead, the janitor is destined to throw the stale half out at the end of the day (or does he eat it when nobody is looking?) because no self respecting human being would ever take half a donut from a box, thereby leaving everyone in the office doomed to walk by the donut table and open the box only to be greeted with horrible disappointment.

Half donut eater: I hate you.

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Things We Hate #1: Business Clichés

For every yin, there is a yang. For every silver lining, there exists a cloud. And for every “40 Year-Old Virgin,” there is a “Dan in Real Life.” Such is the way of the Cru Jones Society. For every “Thing We Love,” there must be a “Thing We Hate.”

Let’s start the list.

“Drill down;” “Get into the weeds;” “Another bite of the apple;” “Run it up the flagpole.” Phrases like these do not demonstrate your business acumen; they only showcase what a jagoff the rest of world thinks you are. Every time I hear someone say something like this – or any of 100 annoying trite business-isms – I want to rip the Bluetooth right out of the offender’s ear and chuck it into the nearest storm drain. You’re not clever, you’re not cool, you’re a blow-dried windbag – a blow-dried windbag speaking in thinly-veiled code to other blow-dried windbags. The business world is already irritating enough without these idiotic, esoteric colloquialisms to further alienate corporate America from the rest of the real world. The next time you find yourself tempted to use one of these clichés, do everyone a favor and light yourself on fire instead.

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