my nightmare \'mI - "nīt-ˌmer\ noun, adjective1: someone (and sometimes, something) who has the ability to produce an immediate allergic feeling of disgust, nausea, anxiety, embarrassment and disdain. Usually, these reactions are produced as a result of my mind not being able to compute or comprehend the person's utter grossness. Most commonly used in acronym form as simply, "M.N."
Many times, I find that I need to create a new word or phrase to describe things that seem to have no convenient or succinct descriptor. These creations are made out of pure necessity and economy of language. One term that I came up with almost a decade ago was "M.N." an abbreviation for "my nightmare." Originally, the term was created to quickly describe men who would now be considered a sub-species of the "hipsters" (now an overused, vague mainstream expression in itself) It actually comes in quite handy as I find that many people qualify as an M.N. in my book.

There are several people who top my Ultimate M.N. List. One of them would be that totally nasty freak from The Black Eyed Peas, Taboo. What is with his flubbery cheek jowls and weird Planet of the Apes sheath hair? Furthermore, he always has to do some horrible thing with his arms and fingers like he is some sort of world music homeboy. As a whole, The Black Eyed Peas and urine-soaked Fergie are just an example of music and style gone horribly, horribly wrong. But I do have to give Taboo (and the name just makes it that much worse...) the prize for being the grossest.
A more recent major M.N. for me is that stupid eyeliner-ed poser puffy babyface, Pete Wentz. Oh my god, when I see pictures of him, I can just feel the vomit rising up my throat. The situation is made worse by the fact that he is going out with Ashlee Simpson, who thinks he is just about the punkest, coolest person on the planet. She herself, while not what I would consider a M.N., is basically a poor man's Avril Lavigne, which is quite devastating considering Avril is a mall kid in a "punk" Halloween costume.
Anyway, Pete Wentz and his oily hair must be a phenomenon that I just do not get. As if his bloated face was not bad enough, he is often posing in the most annoying ways, hands held together in prayer, duck like snarl/grin, shirtless with his repulsive above-groin tattoo exposed. I confess that I have never heard his band, Fall Out Boy's, music but I can guarantee that I will hate it and will send me over the edge. I actually need to stop talking about him because I can feel my face tightening and grimacing. 



