It's not individuals I have a problem with. It's people as a group, when they behave like sheep. I dislike, almost to the point of hatred, that David Gates/Bread song called Baby, Am-A Want You because it is so sugary sweet and corny that one listening is able to leave one comatose. And why the hell did Gates have to write am-a in the lyrics for..? I also hate the term bucket-list. Trust the good ol' US of A [raises invisible Stetson] to cheapen the conversational phrase of... I'd love to do that before I die to bucket-list.
I hate, to the point of howling, the disease of the rising termination of a sentence. You know the one, it's called the Australian Question Intonation, apparently. Anyway, I'm normally an extremely even tempered person, but I'd cheerfully punch someone's head clean off, with no straggly ends, if they uttered it too much near me. And too much isn't many times. Possibly only once, or maybe, if YOU talk in this fashion, you shouldn't even open your mouth, because I might detect what's coming..!
I hate the practice of women celebrities when they do their arms out - pointing applause. Normally one slaps the fingers of one hand into the palm of the other, but these people, because they have painted false nails, or they've been to the manicurist, clap with their hands in the praying position, but they keep their opposing fingers apart, so as not to damage their precious nails. The superficiality of it all makes me want to vomit. Going back to that bucket-list, I think I hate all Americanisms. I would love them if they stayed on the other side of the Atlantic, because they sound fine on the lips of an American. But over here, no thank you. Oh yeah, and why do trailers for films [note, not movies] have to be narrated by a man endeavouring to find the fundamental resonance of his own voice..? I hate that. And when I answer a phone call, I don't pick-up. I answer the phone call. If you remember the film, Dante's Peak, the children implore their grandmother to pick-up. Come on Grandma, pick-up, they say. To this day, I don't know how the rest of the film continues because I'm extracting my foot from the TV tube. As some people will know, I don't watch much TV. I'm extremely selective in my viewing, as it can be an expensive pastime.
Can't think of any more offhand. Actually, I don't HATE any of the above. I just thought I'd overreact in a satisfyingly football fan kind of way. Although I think I might realistically make an exception with that Australian intonation.
EDIT: Ah, now I see a Poll. Adolf Hitler. I've mentioned the Nazi so that automatically closes the thread.