Jane Alyson Clarke

by anonymous contributors in this thread.

The end bit on a tomato.

The word ‘sip’.

The word ‘entrepreneur.’

People starting a new paragraph for every sentence, like they’re writing a poem.

Disney adults.

The word ‘panties’.

Hairdressers who handle your hair in a feeble way.

Gen Z influencers who live alone and post reels about their morning routines and how they get up at 5 am and head off to the gym after just applying some moisturiser, then they come back, make a collagen smoothie, take their vitamins, make some eggs, eat their eggs while looking out at the London skyline from their high rise flat, then have a shower and do a 25 step skin care routine.

Sniffing.

Wearing a dead person’s clothes or jewellery.

Touching someone’s walking stick. I just can’t.

I hate seeing giant windmills. There is a word for it called megalophobia.

David Attenborough documentaries.

When lone men are stood waiting for their coffee order to sit in and drink (actually it’s more if they’ve ordered a hot chocolate).
Men buying big packs of toilet roll.
Blond body hair on men.
Men wearing flip flops.
Men wearing sliders.
Men wearing shiny leather shoes and no socks.
Jersey shorts on men.
Men wearing cropped trousers.
Men in skinny jeans.
Men with beards eating.
Beards.
Pointy shoes on men.
Overly gelled hair on men.
Middle aged men in lycra.
Tall men driving small cars.
A man using a stylus on his phone/tablet.
And Cilian Murphy’s face. There’s something feminine in his face that I can’t stand.

Pigeons.

Women who laugh loudly and performatively in public.

People eating lunches at work that they’ve brought in from home.

Bubble tea.

The phrase ‘sweet treats.’

I don’t like walking into a restaurant and seeing people reading menus.

Soup in tins.

Unironed clothes.

Ordinary people on the TV or radio.

I can’t eat with anyone now, it just gives me the rage.

Asda.

The word ‘enjoy.’

Couples walking with their arms round each other. Stop it. It’s not comfortable it’s just for show.

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While I’ve obviously rearranged these quotes and taken them out of context in order to form a kind of narrative, please note that ‘the ick’ Mumsnet threads are intended as humorous confessions of contributors’ most trivial and irrational dislikes. In this post, I’m gently satirising a well-known side of Mumsnet, not the contributors who participate in shared community threads of self-deprecating humour or offer support to those in distress.