Loathing used in a sentence

Loathing in a sentence as a noun

Truly, points to the author: he cloaked his loathing well.

Turns out mild loathing towards users isn't unique to software.

My neighbor had an iPod and Zune and always stood up for his Zune despite loathing Microsoft.

He has some loathing for his own practice of treating the site as a game and finding useless ways to rack up meaningless points.

Social justice is largely a white self-loathing thing, a perverse way to mark yourself as one of the cultural elite.

But I have worked with nice and smart people who wrote horrible unmaintainable code, and I ended up loathing working with them.

I would rely on a script to ensure the site was up and responding, because even just seeing the front page load filled me with anxiety and a degree of loathing.

I still look at the demo video for Leap with fear and loathing, but using that same hardware for a communicative gesture system like you suggest is exciting indeed.

Many times people rightly ask "why on earth would a terrorist blow up a plane or building or make roadside bombs" ?Their goal is exactly what we are now marching into: people fearing and loathing their overbearing governments.

Here's another question; what's the long-term effect of inspiring absolutely incandescent levels of loathing among "customers" who actually feel like severely exploited captives?

My loathing for Microsoft was sown over decades of the most user-hostile, winner-take-all, I-will-rip-off-your-head-and-****-down-your-neck corporate culture I've ever witnessed.

If I'm already taking the time to undue everything I hate about the default Ubuntu install, and if I am already building up a healthy loathing at the way the operating system wants to sell my attention and information at every opportunity, how does it offer any value at all?

"Romantically I became schizophrenic, smashing hearts on purpose or falling head over heels with a one-night stand, exhibiting neediness that disgusted me yet I rationalized that becoming a self-loathing depressive could be filed neatly into my persona as a tortured New York artist, material for stories I would surely write someday.