GayProf, The Irritated

Many have asked about this phantom post. It shows that you still care!

GayProf, irritated by some local shenanigans, hastily posted before reclaiming his zen. After spending some time meditating, I remembered, “Nothing really matters.” Never blog irritated. Besides, I become so much more mysterious and interesting this way.

In place of that silly grumble, I decided that we can talk more broadly about things that irritate me. I happen to have a running list:

Creepy and crooked treasury secretaries who should never have been appointed, much less confirmed.

President Obama's willful obliviousness to the fact that the American public will never trust a word coming from his creepy and crooked treasury secretary, who should never have been appointed.

Governors who make New Mexico look bad.

A BBC commentator who confused Arizona with New Mexico a month ago.



That idiot who backed into my car in the garage with enough force to seriously dent my bumper, but drove away without leaving any note or even an apology.

Waiting at the barbershop to get my haircut.

Getting my haircut at the barbershop.

The movie Barbershop.

Ear hair.

The fact that academic events are at the mercy of the football schedule at most universities.

Dirty dishes stacked in the sink.

People who don't know that there is an obviously right way to load a dishwasher.

Corporate CEO’s who imagine that they should receive bonuses and fabulous vacations as a reward for running their companies into the ground.

The refusal of a creepy and crooked treasury secretary, who should never have been appointed, to make the termination of existing CEOs a precondition of taxpayer aid.

Republican Senators who agree to work with Democrats, but then turn out just to have intended to embarrass them.

Democrats who overestimate Republicans’ trustworthiness.

Republicans who continue to demand Reagan/Bush/Bush style economic policies that favor the wealthy despite ample evidence of the destructiveness of such policies.

People who erroneously imagine that my cat desires their attention.



People who erroneously imagine that I desire their attention.

The remarkably cheap laptop provided by BMU that crashes if I attempt to play any music or watch any video.

Knee-jerk recommendations to switch to Apple.

Claims that the movie Che provides a stunning new interpretation of the titular character when, in reality, it is just four hours of watching the revolutionary walk, pause, wheeze, and then walk some more.



The fact that U.S. movie theaters don’t serve liquor.

Lame plot devices that turn Diana Prince into a mortal simply because she isn’t wearing star-spangled panties.

Commercials for cleaning products that lead me to believe that flesh-eating bacteria is lurking on every surface in my home.

My irrational fear that two British women are randomly going to show up at my door, critique my level of cleanliness, and reveal that flesh-eating bacteria is lurking on every surface in my home.



Guests in my home who request a cocktail, but then don't drink it.

The Bee Gees.

The fact that, despite having mastered the Bewitched nose-twitch years ago, I still can’t get my couch to fly around the room.



Graduate students who don’t do their work, but nonetheless have egos so sizable that they imagine themselves as junior-junior professors.

The fact that I still mourn the loss of my Braun FlavorSelect^© Coffeemaker which died after a decade of loyal service.



My shitty Krups coffeemaker that is no replacement for the Braun FlavorSelect^©.

Peanuts contaminated with salmonella.

Job candidates who don’t do their homework before arriving on campus and, thus, ask really obvious questions that could have been answered had they taken two-minutes to consult the department webpage.

Heteronormative and consumer-driven Valentine’s Day.

Accusations that I only dislike Valentine’s Day because I am single, even if it might be true.

Wasteful construction of new buildings when architectural treasures are left abandoned and crumbling.



The nation’s airlines.

People who refer to Wonder Woman as “Superwoman.”

Bloggers who retract entries only a few hours after posting them.

I’ll leave it to you to decide my level of rationality.