Give an example.

Oh, you don't have to justify WHY other people's fingernail clippings are disgusting. They could be dipped in bleach, and they'd still be gross because they are collections of other people's dead skin cells.

That bird's got a pretty big beak.

Dog shit doesn't go flying out of a dog's ass in all directions.

While I agree that 95% of spitters are men, I have witnessed an alarming number of young women horking, and I'm doubly offended by it. My horror makes no sense (since it should be dispensed equally), but an irrational part of me thinks that women are above such grossities (I know, I KNOW).

Exactly! People always say that e-mail is bad because tone can be misinterpreted, but I'd say the phone is worse!

Same here, and I've spent some time analyzing why. Here's my take: extroverts tend to be socially intuitive—they can read people's voices and moods and often don't want to disappoint, so they often agree to things they don't want to do. You are much more "on the spot" on the phone, so if someone invites you to a…

I have noticed that academic culture tends to accept eccentric behaviour.

As Squirt points out below, no one wants to be hit by your shrap-nail. I can guarantee that people are squicked out by any public personal grooming that produces a DNA-laden product. I don't like loud breathing either, but it's not the same: everyone has to breathe in private and public. No one has to groom in public.

Print this off (with the expanded comments) and leave it on his desk.

Again, THANK YOU! I forgot about how much that one bothers me. What is WRONG with people??

Don't worry—I didn't take it that way.

You are NOT serious. Who DOES that?? They should be arrested.

THANK YOU!

Not saying I wanted it, but it was pre-Anita Hill, and that type of behaviour was business as usual.

Seriously? This was every Christmas party I ever attended at every law firm I worked at.

In theory, I agree with you, but my damn vegetable garden always costs me more than just buying the fucking things at the most expensive supermarket in town. Yeah, I know: I'm doing it wrong.

I love that last tip! It's truly evil...I think I love you! And I'm not even that exercised about the compulsive hoarding thing—I just love a brilliantly simple, yet cunning form of torment. I'm from a large family—nuff said.

It's "coopon." Best website ever: [www.howjsay.com]

Personally, I wouldn't use a coupon even if I had one (a holdover from an ex who wouldn't go to a restaurant unless we had a coupon for it).