I’ll Just Leave This Here.

And back away quietly…


Last week I participated in an Eleventh Stack group post called Sorry Not Sorry. It was a combination of guilty pleasures and things we oddly dislike. I’m the one who doesn’t “get” the Beastie Boys. I also happen to agree with Irene about The English Patient (unreadable and unwatchable!) and Melissa M. about Tolkien.

Since apparently I’m trying really hard to get run out of town, here are some more confessions.



I don’t like Nirvana. I should. I’m a 90s kid all the way. I love Pearl Jam. I love Smashing Pumpkins. I love Lollapalooza! I love wearing flannel shirts year round and Doc Marten’s with sundresses. But Nirvana? Nope. In fact, I didn’t know who Kurt Cobain was until the day he died. I was looking for a prom dress in Merry-Go-Round (I’m old) and the sales girl was crying. She told me that Kurt Cobain died and I was like, “Who?” Wrong response.



I can’t stay awake for Apocalypse Now. I’m a war movie fanatic. Black Hawk Down, Patton, Saving Private Ryan, Platoon, The Hurt Locker, All Quiet on the Western Front…love them all. I could probably recite Full Metal Jacket in its entirety. I read Heart of Darkness in high school and actually enjoyed it! Yet, as soon as Martin Sheen starts talking, it’s sleepy-time for me, even in a theater!




A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole won the Pulitzer Prize in 1981 and is considered a very important work in modern Southern U.S. literature. Unreadable. Ignatius J. Reilly is one of the most repugnant characters in the history of print. He blames his numerous failings on a higher being (Fortuna) and he suffers from Very Special Snowflake syndrome.


Perfect! Image: Yellow Crayon

Image: Yellow Crayon

I am a native Pittsburgher and I won’t eat Primanti Brothers. I was that kid that wouldn’t let the peas touch the mashed potatoes. And if that tragedy did occur, I certainly wasn’t eating it. The idea of putting not only french fries (gross!), but wet cole slaw on my sandwich is anathema to me. I can’t even. (I will hand in my Pittsburgh card and move to Cleveland immediately.)

But I love burned popcorn. Maybe that’s all the needs to be said about me? What do you love to hate?

suzy, currently packing and saying her good-byes



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8 responses to “I’ll Just Leave This Here.

  1. I was not partial to Nirvana either :)

  2. I also didn’t like A Confederacy of Dunces. I didn’t get past the first few chapters though so I don’t know if it gets worse or better…
    My admittance is that I don’t like ‘The Lion King’. Much abuse for that, probably not quite as much as I’m sure you did for not liking Nirvana though!

  3. I’m also a 90s kid who doesn’t like Nirvana. Just couldn’t get into anything they ever did. Smashing Pumpkins though–great.

    I don’t like war movies and I did like Apocalypse Now. I think the problem most people have is that they go into it expecting a war movie, but a war movie it is not. It just happens to be set during a war, but it’s a movie about madness and the human condition more than anything.

  4. Amanda

    I too liked Heart of Darkness in high school. I too do not get the Beastie Boys. The horror, the horror.

  5. Tammy

    We’d love to have you here in Cleveland! Although I myself love Primanti Brothers, my Pittsburgh-born husband did not.

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  8. Reminds me of a post I wrote recently about rejecting the notion of “guilty pleasures.” We like what we like, and things get a lot more interesting when we’re honest about that – as your post proves.

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