The human-shaped speed bump.
A person, problem, habit, or spectacularly avoidable mess that occupies far more of your brain than it pays rent for.
“He is forty-three and still says all his exes are crazy. Classic Dave.”
Okay. What's your Dave?
Give the nonsense a name. It has less power when it sounds this stupid.
Yes, there’s a real story behind this.
How we got here.
This site exists because my ex decided the adult way to handle his issues was to try to embarrass me publicly. He posted about me on social media, but when I wrote a lengthy response, it was immediately removed. Apparently, putting our business online was fine—as long as I didn’t get a word in.
He could have simply messaged me. Imagine that.
Instead, I bought ihatedavedemsey.com.
I got over the situation pretty quickly, but by then I owned an objectively hilarious domain—and who doesn’t need a fun side project? That’s how I Hate Dave v2 came to be: less about one particular person and more about celebrating all the “Daves” life throws at us—the irritating people, ridiculous situations, and recurring nonsense that eventually become part of the lore.
They tried to make it embarrassing. I made it a website.
Read the original letter →Embarrassment requires my participation.
I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not shrinking, hiding, or pretending the absurd parts didn’t happen just because someone hoped shame would keep me quiet.
They tried to make it embarrassing. I made it a website.
That feels like growth. Petty, beautifully typeset growth.