With the Greek roots mis- and miso-, haters can hate a whole lot of stuff.
Someone who hates practicing the piano. See also: Someone who isn’t very good at playing the piano.
Don’t like smoking? Well, it kills these people. Misocapnists hate tobacco smoke in any form.
Misoneists hate novelty, trends, or innovation. You can guess how fun they are at social gatherings.
Someone who hates beards. (Strangely, we haven’t found the name for someone who hates mustaches.)
Lighten up! Victorian novelist George Meredith coined the term “misogelast” to describe people who hated laughter, or at the very least, considered it low-class or crude.
Misogynists hate women. Misandrists hate men. And misogamists hate marriage, no matter who’s getting hitched.
Someone who experiences nomomisia, hatred or disgust for a particular name, like Gertrude, Chester, or Kardashian.
Why can’t we all just get along? Misopolemists hate war or strife.
Meanwhile, misologists hate arguments, debates, or enlightening discussions.
Someone who hates undressing in front of others, even a romantic partner.
Many of us experience some form of misophonia, an extreme intolerance for certain sounds. Nails on a chalkboard is the ultimate example. Or perhaps it’s gum smacking, open-mouthed chewing, crunching on ice, or other sounds regularly heard in public. Ugh