This little exercise began when I casually made reference that I preferred sour cream to apple sauce as an accompaniment to latkes. My friend agreed; but not before dropping an emphatic *blech* to apple sauce in any use.
I had to laugh. I happen to hate white apple sauce, too (although I adore the homemade variety, dark with cinnamon). You see, when I was a kid I was suffering some sort of ailment that required a medication that came in a capsule the size of a dung beetle. I couldn’t swallow it on a bet. Kindly Dr. Marshak told my mother to open the capsule and put the contents into apple sauce. It gave the apple sauce (at that time not an offensive food) a bitter and miserable taste… it even ruined the smell!
To this day, the sight and smell of white apple sauce turns my stomach and conjures painful memories of my mother forcing me to ingest that horrible stuff… three times a day.
Now you know why I am the way I am…
Anyway, all this talk about latkes & applesauce… well, it got me thinking about other things I “hate”.
Now before we descend into an ocean of “negativity”, let’s keep a perspective: we can’t love everything, and so therefore, things we “hate” act to define us in much the same way that things that we “love” do. I am reminded of a line attributed to Kenneth Galbraith… he was asked to react to being on Nixon’s “Enemies List”… and he responded by saying that he would have been insulted if he didn’t make the list.
“Negativity” isn’t always… negative. Let’s have some fun with an “Enemies List”… things we hate. There will be more to follow…
ENEMIES LIST
Eggplant It was an epiphany. One early spring day I woke up and told Ellen that I hated eggplant. I hated the consistency of eggplant, I didn’t care for the taste, and in as much that I loved so much that she prepared, I didn’t want to have to “fake” liking something I hated. Burn your recipe for Ratatouille, I closed the door to eggplant in my life.
Adolph Hitler I can keep this one simple… if you can’t hate this guy and what he represented than I think I have to take away your sandbox privileges.
The Inquisition Part II of Jewish angst. It troubles me that repeatedly thru history those Countries (Kingdoms) where Jewish achievement reached a pinnacle — Spain of Maimonides, Germany of the 19th Century (two examples that come to mind) are the very same places that were a well spring for the most virulent strains of Anti-Semitism… an Anti-Semitism that would reach volcanic proportions and spill Jewish blood across the countryside.
Archie Bell & the Drells When I was at Union thisHouston based group had a song that made the charts. It was one of the worst songs I have ever heard. It would have gone un-noticed by me save for one thing — the song is on the play chart at my gym… each time I hear it, I am reminded how much I hate it.
Richard Nixon We all have to own a “political lightening rod”. Someone to whom we can ascribe our disaffection with the “system”. You know, Patrician Republicans hated FDR… he was deemed a traitor to their Class. I hate Nixon because I believe he was a traitor to humanity.
New York Jets I am a Baltimore Colts fan of old. The Packers edged out the Colts to compete in the first two Super Bowls. Their chance came in Super Bowl III. The upstart Jets beat the Colts. Back then the old AFL was considered to be several notches below the old NFL… and for the Colts to be the first NFL team to take it on the chin was a bit of a disgrace… and that the team to suffer the first loss was has caused lasting pain in my breast. I hate the Jets with every part of my being. When the Jets went 1 and 15 a few years ago… my cup was not full! There is an amusing side to this… my brother Paul loves the Jets. And to our mutual credit, we have not let this “small” difference in opinion interfere with our love for one and other.
Traffic lights Or more specifically, red lights. There are certain lights that are purely evil. They refuse to remain green for me. It’s a conspiracy. They are the bane of my existence.
Toll takers They love the brief power that they exert over our lives. And God help you if you show any indication that you are in a hurry… as they painstakingly open a roll of quarters as if they were preparing an omelet. And now that Ezpass has removed so many drivers from their grasp they have taken their hurt out on the cash customers. I have decided to combat their surly attitude by lavishing kindness on them…
Grand Central Station Men’s Restroom Zack was 3 or 4 and needed to hit the john… the train wasn’t available for boarding yet so I took him to the Men’s Room for the first and only time I have ever been there. It is harder to imagine a worse looking group of people than what I saw there… guys lying down on the floor or sitting in the urinals… and I kept thinking, please let that sorry creature be an undercover cop.”
Mark Gastineau I could put every Jet who wore green on this list… and Joe Namath gets very high consideration here (I believe him to be one of the most over rated QBs… yes he had great games — one of them in a Super Bowl — but he wasn’t that great… he is one of several QBs that had a great Super Bowl; but did little else); but I couldn’t resist putting the guy who brought “hotdog” personal celebrations to the defensive side of the field. As far as I can recall… Mark Gastineau’s was the first “sack dance”… He was a Joey Buttufuco in cleats.
Humus First, it looks vile. Although I have tasted worse things… it’s just that I take offense when it gets included in the category of food. Sorry. Mommie Soph wouldn’t serve this. Yes, it’s popular in Israel, and in the rest of theMiddle East to boot. But keep it away from me. Now, chopped liver… Jewish.
SUVs Call it a form of “vehicular terrier syndrome”. My cars are small… not just the mercedes, even the Saturn sits low to the ground. And all these big cars are flooding the road ways and they obstruct the line of sight… and another thing, people who drive them rarely drive fast enough.
Bandeau tops Sorry ladies, I have yet to see a woman look good in these things… if you’re small it presses your breasts flat and robs you of the softness of a feminine curve… if you’re really flat, it makes you look like you’re seven… if you’re big, it brings your bust line lower and makes you look like a cow.