Sometimes, it’s better to not hit Publish.
When you want to vent about a tough project.
Let off steam about a colleague.
Or fire off a manifesto about hustle culture at 2 AM. (well not us, but maybe you)
But sometimes getting the words out of your head is the only way to move on.
Driving while screaming along to a favorite death metal song is a common pastime of mine, for instance. As “healthy” and “reasonable” as some of these “emotionally healthy ways of coping” are, they lack a certain amount of pizazz. Public justification. That sweet, sweet social validation of folks completely agreeing with how wronged you’ve been.
So we built a thing.