I HAVE THIS EXACT SAME ISSUE WITH MY BROTHER! Wow! Except for me it's about music and other things. Music is a big one tho. For example he is way too logical about EVERYTHING. Like instead of liking songs based on the meaning of the lyrics or the sound of the song and vocals he judges it based on the variety of instruments used and the range of notes. If something is too repetitive for him or uses "not real instruments" like EDM or dubstep then he bashes it and makes anyone who likes that type of music and makes them seem like a brain dead idiot. The types of music HE likes is heavy metal, classical, jazz, mariachi music, country, and 70s and 80s pop. "Mainstream music" is too repetitive for him. One time he even stormed off into his room and slammed the door simply because Katy perry's "Firework" was playing as background music for a slide show. So strange I know. I remember being a typical little girl and liking Hannah Montana when I was younger. My mom helped me pick out some songs to put onto my very first iPod shuffle. And I remember my brother walked into the room and said something like, "Why are you helping her listen to that garbage repetitive music?" And I remember how hurt I felt. Of course, now I no longer like Hannah Montana because I grew up but as a kid those words really hurt. He made me really uninterested in music because I had so many bad associations with him and music. But when I was a teenager I was finally starting to discover what kind of music I liked. But I couldn't listen to any of those songs because my whole family had a shared itunes account so anything I downloaded would sync onto everyone's devices. I also remember my brother always telling me how it's pathetic that I didn't listen to music and I didn't have any songs I liked. But I DID have songs I liked. I DID like music. But I was too afraid to say anything about it. This even carried on to my personal life outside of family. My friends would ask me what types of music I listened to and I would even tell them that I don't really listen to music in fear that my brother would somehow find out.

Another example is MAKEUP. I remember being a young girl and thinking makeup was really cool and interesting and I always wanted to try it. My mom never wore it so I had really no exposure to it in real life. Eventually around middle school or high school I started experimenting slightly with makeup and while most people look back on their first makeup days and cringe, I actually don't cringe because I actuslly didn't do a bad job. Weird huh. But I remember my brother would always talk about how women who wear too much makeup look so much better and prettier without makeup. But the thing is he doesn't understand how makeup works. When I started with makeup I just slightly filled my brows because they were sparse and I used a little mascara and concealer. It was really natural looking and my brother never even noticed. He doesn't understand that makeup doesn't always have to be full on eyeliner and eyeshadow. It can look natural too which was and still is my go to style. I was so afraid he would notice my makeup so I always tried covering my face and not looking directly at him whenever I was wearing makeup, but I soon realized how nonobservant he was since he never really noticed. The only time he noticed was when we got professional headshots for senior pictures. SENIOR PICTURES. it took him about 5 years. With the high quality of the portrait, he was like "is she wearing MAKEUP?!?!?!" As if it was some revolutionary thing that totally changed me. Ugh. I really really hate him.

Literally any opinion he has he makes it seem so important and like he is correct. Even if I agree with what he is saying it just irritates me to hear him speak. He always sounds super ranty and angry and condescending.