Words I hate

Not only do I hate the word "mouthfeel," but the concept is utterly repellant also.  It's less-than-amazing to hear people wax erotic about wine and foodstuffs; letting me know how it feels on your tongue is just superfluous.  And gross.  Really, really gross.

Actually, most terminology related to food tasting borders on the obscene.  People should not be using words like "fleshy" and "supple" and "prickle(?)" to describe anything let alone beverages.  Can we just use simple booleans to size up our grape-based potables?

• Drinkable
• Non-drinkable

That should be more than sufficient.  Let's leave your tongue out of it.

On stuff I refuse to wear

Hats

With the sole exception of tuques (which I admire greatly), hats are a useless nuisance committed to destroying styled hair and one-hundred percent effective at branding you a poseur.  Name a hat you would wear to a serious setting, such as a funeral.  If you answered anything but, "I probably wouldn't wear a hat, unless of course the funeral is outside, like on the frozen tundra, in minus forty degree weather with eighty kilometre per hour winds, because let's say it's an Inuit funeral, not that I know the exact (or even an inexact) procedure of a Inuit funeral, but I assume they are outside, then I would wear a warm tuque and certainly a tasteful one" then you are a douchebag.

Women shall never wear hats.  Only earmuffs or silk scarfs.