Welcome to the next installment of BLACKLISTED! Readers’ Choice Edition. The current installment is called "America The Beautiful." Many of these offenders come from (or respresent, to my mind) suburban and rural America–you know, The Heartland. The Red States. The Purple Mountains Majesty or the Fruited Plains. This is the part of America we’re all supposed to love, so what the hell is the problem? Read on and see!
(Don’t forget to stop by the contributing readers’ blogs, which I’ve linked.)
Wal-Mart. C.A. Marks just hates Wal-Mart, and let’s face it; who doesn’t? Filled with loads of discounted plastic merchandise and cheap plastic people, Wal-Mart is well and truly the saddest place on earth. The most depressing part has to be the geriatric greeters who are too poor to retire, and thanks to Wal-Mart’s bad labor practices, they’ll be indentured for life. Wal-Mart, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Chatty Gum Chewers. M can’t stand it when rude people chew gum while talking to her, especially if they make it so that she can even tell what color the offending wad is while it’s in their mouths. No one wants to see what’s in your mouths, people. I myself am an avid gum-chewer, but I try to keep it discrete. Discretion is key, people. Key! Chatty Gum Chewers, you know what’s coming. You have been BLACKLISTED!
Grass and Grass-Related Pollens. Anyone with allergies who has lived in or near the county billing itself the "Grass Seed Capital of The World" won’t have to ask why Timothy wants to blacklist this crap! Grass and your Related Pollens, don’t force us to burn your fields and salt the earth. You have been BLACKLISTED!
The Middle Sister from Full House. Middle Sister Stephanie, irritatingly played by methamphetamine-addict Jodie Sweetin, gets on Katie’s nerves. If you ask me, that whole show gets on my nerves, what with the saccharine sweetness and patronizing morality. Cut! It! Out! Middle Sister (and the rest of your crew), you have been BLACKLISTED!
Righteous Kynd-Vegan-Brothers/Sisters who Litter, Steal, and Smell Bad. Man, oh man, these people are all over the place, aren’t they? Leaving empty microbrew bottles on the sidewalk, begging for spare change, and roaming around with their puppies. "They always have puppies, never have dogs…," M points out. Yeah, what’s up with that? Bros, you have been BLACKLISTED!
The California DMV. I’m sure my California readers know why, right? California DMV, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Drug Dealer Neighbors. Peachy can’t stand her drug dealing neighbors, or the sketchy lurkers that are part and parcel of their little home business. She’s right to ask, "could the remnants of the backwoods hollers just please go brew their own meth?" Indeed. I had my own set of Drug Dealer Neighbors once upon a time, and in my case, it was the incessant knocking on their door at all hours of the night that got to me. Drug Dealer Neighbors, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Old, Subwoofer-Installing Mamas’ Boys. "The men in [M's] ‘hood between the ages of 25 and 40 who live with their moms, procreate, and hang out 24 hours a day installing subwoofers in their dying cars" sound pretty awesome to me; I don’t know what she’s complaining about. Irresponsible, unmotivated, and dedicated to drum and bass music? Seck-SAAAAYY. Oh, wait. No, it isn’t. Old, Subwoofer-Installing Mamas’ Boys, you have been BLACKLISTED!
The Card Readers at Safeway. Danimal hates "the way they beep at you if you take more than 1.4 seconds to slide your card after selecting ‘debit’ because you’re busy telling the clerk what capers might be." Frankly, I think that sucks, but I also hate the way it’s impossible to enter your PIN correctly with that stupid, non-functioning plastic stylus. Card Readers at Safeway, you have been BLACKLISTED!
People Who Hit Pets and then Drive The Hell Off. This happened to a friend of Timothy, and no doubt about it, this is a completely vile thing to do. Pet Hit and Run Assholes, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Pet Owners Who Fail to Supervise. An anonymous commenter throws in his thoughts in this situation: he has got no love for "pet owners who let their beloved ani-pals run around outdoors in the city and then sue when they’re hit by a car or attacked by another animal (sorry, Timothy)." Unleashed dogs are a particular problem in my neighborhood, so I can identify with this call to action: "Until pets learn how to look both ways, they belong indoors, on a leash or behind a fence, people." Good enough for me. Pet Owners Who Fail to Supervise, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Skinny Jean Teens. Jacqui calls to our attention the "loud teens from the ‘burbs in expensive skinny jeans on their cellphones who ‘like, came out to watch a show? But, like, it’s actually tomorrow? And, like ugh, do wanna meet is at Urban Outfitters?’ Skinny Jean Teens, you’ve been BLACKLISTED! "
Slow Country Drivers. Clarabella just can’t take the "people who drive 15 miles below the speed limit down back country roads, which are the rural equivalent to the autobahn, with their dirty little tow-headed kids jumping around unbelted(!) and then drifting into the other lane anytime a broken line appears, therefore effectively squelching your attempt to pass the fuckers." Learn to drive, people. Just because you’re "country" doesn’t give you any excuse. Slow Country Drivers, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Jackass Teens on Motorized Scooter-Things. They buzz by Pea’s house and disturb her peace, and in Zembla they think they can drive down the bicycle and pedestrian paths with their inappropriate motorized vehicles. Stuff it, teens! Maybe they’ll get into horrible accidents before they’re old enough to get drivers’ licenses. It’s the least we can hope for. Jackass Teens, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Dresses Over Jeans. Amen, Peachy! I loathe this particular fashion trend, and we seem to be in good company. Either girls can’t decide if they want to wear a dress or jeans (in which case, MAKE UP YOUR DAMNED MINDS!), or they are simply trying to conceal their hideously deformed knees normally bared by the dress. Girls! Learn to love your hideous knees! Dresses Over Jeans, you have been BLACKLISTED!
Wal-Mart: Especially infuriating is the weekend before school opens in a college town and you forget, and you go to wal-mart to buy the 50lb. bag of dogfood to feed your hellhounds (that only lasts about a week)–only to be bumped and have your poor little toes run over by oblivious freshmen and their moms who insist that their dorm rooms are big enough for every container rubbermaid makes and those stupid fancy muppet-skin bathmats! Booooooo!
Oh, and I think all DMVs qualify for the list.