“It’s like a flaming bag of poop on the doorstep of the marketing world.”
Writer, friend, poop connoisseur
I started The Irritable Vowel in early 2012, after I got tired of writing for morons (and they got tired of me).
At first, I was mostly raging against the preponderance of tepid, re-chewed jargony bullshit spewed on the regular by the marketers, bloggers, and social media “experts” who are theoretically being paid to communicate concisely, thoughtfully, and well. I hate these people, openly and with gusto. I hate what they do, I hate who they are, I hate their widening circle-jerk of incoherent self-congratulation. The Vowel was designed as a vector for my contempt.
Luckily, I changed everyone’s minds about what they were doing and they were all chastened and best practices prevailed and we all lived happily ever after, the end.*
Now it’s mostly a personal blog. I write about my job and my friends and people I admire and getting turd backsplash in my eye. There’s some stuff about anxiety and uncertainty and all the other things that happen when you live inside your head too much. Plenty of sincerity, but nothing treacly. I don’t do treacly.
To prove it, here is a drawing I did of me on the toilet. That’s where I do all my best work.
Enjoy. And godspeed.
*No one did anything differently.