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Call me Petty Betty because I’m irked

We all have pet peeves, those little things that irritate us beyond reason. This is in opposition to hills to die on, which are also things that may be petty to some people, but they area big deal to (general) you. In other words, they can end up being bigger pet peeves.

My example is wearing a bra at work. On Ask A Manager, there was a heated (much more heated than I expected in 2023) debate over whether bras should be required to wear at work. By women. I mean, the debate was by women–not the wearing of said bras. Yes, that was also assumed to be by women, but that isn’t my point.

My point is that I stopped wearing a bra for good during the pandemic as many women did. I rarely wore one before that, either, but that’s when I realized taht I did not have to wear one at all. Ever. I don’t work outside the home, but I would absolutely not wear a bra if I did. In this post, a person wrote in to say that they had been taken to task for not wearing one. I fully expected the women who read the blog (mostly progressive people) to be at worst equanimous about wearing a bra to work. At  At worst! But, no. There were many women who were appalled at the idea of not wearing a bra to work. One even went as far as to say nipples were disgusting. I mean, the OP said they (I believe they were nonbinary) were careful to make sure nothing showed, but the fact that nipples existed and there might have  been some jiggle really upset at least one woman in the comments.

I said that if I worked in an office, this was absolutely a hill I would die on. Me wearing a bra had no effect on my ability to do any office work, and I could not stand how they felt. Someone said it was a privilege to be able to say that, and I said absolutely! But I meant it and those of us who had the ability to use that privilege for good should do it! I mean, what’s the point of having privilege if you can’t leverage it in some way?

This is my issue with just telling someone to check their privilege. Usually, the implication is that they are saying/doing something that other people can’t do/say. Which ,ok. That may be true, but what should that person do after checking it? It has become a ‘gotcha’ statement without any meaning behind it. For me, checking one’s privilege should be followed with an action predicated upon checking  said privelege.

For me, the bra situation would be me checking my privilege (I could afford to leavea job for this reason) and then using that privilege to speak up on something that other people may not be able to. In addition, there were several women in the ‘suck it up’ category. They were really dismissive of the whole thing, saying it wasn’t that big a deal to wear one. If that’s the case, then why was it equally not a big deal to NOT wear one?


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Flames on the side of my face

There are a few words/phrases that make me instantly enraged. PC used to be one of them because people used it in a pejorative fashion. If someone was crass enough to bring up diversity issues, they were admonished for being PC. That has morphed into ‘woke’, which also makes me grind my teeth. What I said or thought when someone bleated PC was, “Oh, you don’t want to treat people who aren’t like you with even the rudimentary courtesy?”

Same with woke. I saw a video on the home page of YouTube by a gamer guy titled, “No one wants to play ‘woke’ characters”. I immediately blocked him with extreme prejeudice. It’s astounding to me that white straight cis men in gaming are STILL whining about how minorities are destroying the industry. I’m trying to think of a game that is specifically minority-focused and can’t think of any triple A game. In the last year, I mean. Granted, I mosttly play From games and indie games, so I don’t have my finger on the pulse of the gaming industry.

But, I used to play casual games. Hidden Objects, Match-3, Time Management, etc. The Hidden Objects games have morphed (pun intended because there are morphing objects in the games now) into wanting to provide storylines.

Side note: Hardcore game series are often maligned for being repetitive and just churning them out every year. Your Collar Duties, your AssCreeds, etc. Which, true. But in the casual gaming world, it’s even worse. They pump out the same damn game with just a palette swap. They can do two or three a year beacuse the mechanics are the same for the series. The first one ore two are interesting, and then it gets boring. Granted, it’s only seven bucks per game, so it’s a bit more forgiveable, but still.

Anyway. Most of the stories have a female protagonists. I would estimate 75% when I played the games on the regular, which was a decade ago. More than. I figured it out that it was because it was women who played the games, by a wide margin. I used to read the reviews every now and again. One was from a guy who complained about the protags being women. It was for a game in which you could choose male or female (only two genders acknowledged back then), and he was saying it was nice to have the choice. Which is fine. But then he went on to say how horrible it was for him as a man not to feel a connection with the protag.

Which, wah, wah, wah. I will admit that my first response was not one of sympathy, empathy, or compassion. As someone who is never the target demo, it seemed a bit precious to me for a man to go into an area that is predominately for women and demand more.


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Pet Peeves and Minor Grievances

back away now.
Do not test me.

I’m still sick and tired, though I think I’m on the mend. I can tell because I’m grumpier than usual, which is the hallmark of me recovering. I’m at my grumpiest when I’m around eighty percent recovered in part because I’m so fucking tired of being sick. It’s also because my sleep starts getting jacked again, which sucks. I hate that I only get decent sleep when I’m sick, and it gets worse as I get better. I’m also fighting off a relapse, which is no fun at all.

When I’m out and about in this state, I have no patience at all for other people. Not that I have much in the first place, but my filters are not as firmly in place, and I have to work harder not to let the frustration show on my face.

I decided to give into my mood and list all my pet peeves and minor irritations/grievances. Most of them are not really worth talking about, but because this is my blog, I’m going to talk about them ad nauseam. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. I want to reiterate that I know most of these aren’t a big deal, but they still bug the shit out of me. Yeah, taiji has made me less irritated in general, but there’s still plenty frothing under my skin.

  1. Blocking the aisle in the grocery store. This one enrages me beyond what’s reasonable, but it’s because it’s so needless. How hard is it to see someone standing next to you or behind you and realize they want to get by? I’m someone who’s constantly scanning the environment around her so it’s almost unfathomable to me to not be aware I’m impeding someone’s movement.
  2. Tailgating. This is a bigger deal, and it causes me to clench my teeth every time. It seems to happen more and more often lately, and I think it’s because of texting and forgetting that cars are lethal weapons and not just mobile homes. Also, I attribute the horrible driving in Minnesota as a way to blow off steam from having to be Minnesota Nice in real life. It’s the anonymity, much like trolling online.I try to keep at least three or four car-lengths between me and the car in front of me, but most people don’t bother. I get really antsy when someone behind me is less than a car length behind (especially since my car accident), and I’ve found much to my amusement that if I hard stare in my rearview mirror (even while wearing sunglasses), the person will back off nine out of ten times. The charitable part of me says that they’re just distracted and my staring at them reminds them to follow proper road rules. The nasty part of me wants to just scream at them for being dickheads.

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I’d Like Some Cheese With My Whine

this is my don't fuck with me face.
Go away. You’re bothering me.

I’ve been in a weird mood lately which I’ve documented before. I’m depressed, but I can recognize I have no reason to be depressed. It’s not internal; it doesn’t feel internal; it’s still depression. As a result, I’m more irritated than normal, which is pretty irritated to begin with. I have a bitchy voice in my head almost constantly, but I don’t usually give voice to what it’s saying. It’s like having the MST3K guys in my head giving commentary to what’s happening, but twice as snarky and half as funny.

Speaking of cheese, it’s the one thing I really miss. I’m surprised how little I miss bread (I don’t miss it at all. I do have some substitute bread, though, which is pretty tasty, too), pasta (can still eat pho!), milk (flax milk, yo!), and ice cream (cashew milk ice cream is better than the real thing). Cheese, though. Daiyu shredded pepper jack is a decent substitution for sandwiches as long as it’s melted, but I have yet to find a fake cheese I’d snack on by itself.

I’m having digestive issues again, and a few nights ago, I had a really bad stomach ache immediately after eating grapes. I Googled it because of course I did, and I found out that both grapes and cherries (and I was eating both, but the stomach ache came after eating the grapes. I ate the cherries after) can cause cramps and diarrhea for different reasons. Part of it is ramping up the fiber so quickly, and there’s also a question of fructose with grapes. Either way, it means I probably won’t eat as many grapes in the future. I may have to try other fruits so they’ll be less irritating on my stomach.

I also had problems after eating bananas, which is frustrating. I’m trying to be healthier, and my body just doesn’t appreciate it! Oranges are not a problem. Neither are blackberries. I really like pomegranates, but they’re such a pain in the ass to peel. Mangoes are tasty, but they irritate my tongue. Same with pineapple. I should eat more melons; I’ve never had a problem with them.

Moving on. I try not to get pulled into what this president is tweeting because there’s no point in it, but others will RT him, and I can’t avoid him completely, as much as I’d like to. He’s been at the G20 (gulp), and he had Ivanka sit in for him at some meeting. Again, I’m not paying really close attention, but that was enough to make me wince. She’s not qualified to be doing anything at the G20, but that’s this president’s mentality to a T. He doesn’t care about qualifications at all, and if he likes you, that’s the only qualification needed.

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