Irrational hatred

I hate Debbie DuHaime, the NY1 morning traffic reporter.

I don't even know what she looks like. She has never wronged me personally. There is no reason whatsoever for me to have such strong feelings toward her. She's just a voice, really. But I hate that voice. With a passion.

As soon as I hear it, I groan. Audibly. When she calls the George Washington Bridge "The George," I scream at the TV. Like, actually yell.

It's The George Washington Bridge, Debbie DuHaime! What the fuck is wrong with you?

I do this every ten minutes for however long it takes me to decide on a suitable outfit and make myself pretty. Back when I was an NPR in the morning kind of girl, I yelled at them to stop asking me for money. Oddly enough, I never yelled at anyone during my Howard Stern days.