I have a friend who always snaps at anyone who dramatically uses the word “hate”. If someone says, “I hate the layout of this website,” or, “I hate getting stuck at this traffic light,” he will respond, “No. You don’t.”

“You don’t hate this layout. You hate cancer. You hate communism.”

He’s right, of course. There’s not much I hate in the universe.

Incorrect apostrophe usage bugs the shit out of me, but I don’t hate it.

I hate that my mom is dead. I hate it.