Number 3: "Supper"

I dislike the word "supper." There, I said it. I hate hate hate it.

Start with the sound of the word. Sup-per. Like a cross between super and supple, two words that are also arguably annoying to hear. Are you just having a super day? I ogled her supple breasts as I imagined my face betwixt them? Distasteful in the least, all of it.

Dinner. Now there's a word I could get used to. Fine dining, the formal dining room, "I dined at Cipriani last night," "Did you hear Charles got invited to the state dinner? Oh, it's going to be just lavish." Kraft Macaroni & Cheese Dinner? Yes, please.

Now, compare that to uses of the word supper: supper clubs (more on that below), the Last Supper (great fun!), "I made a meatloaf supper for the kids last night," "supper time, Fido, come git it!" Ooh, and let's not forget that it can also be used as a verb! "Have you supped, yet?" I just feel that using any variation of this word suggests you're eating out of a trough.

Supper Club: Am I the only person disturbed by the idea of many, hundreds even, people all eating the same thing at once, like at a wedding, or a funeral after-party? First of all, say we're all supping on something like a chicken breast. There are two hundred people in the room, not including the one fucking vegan who's bound to be at any affair like this. This means that one hundred chickens were killed, and each person got half of one. Everyone (except, again, for that goddamn vegan) is experiencing the exact same thing (be it left or right breast) at the same time. Some may say it's a human tradition for bonding. I shudder to think we can't come up with something better.
What could be worse, though, is the idea of something like a pig roast. Funny, that the animal that once supped on slop, is now part of a sick human tradition called "supper."

Count me out.