Hater Tuesday is a blog that makes no pretenses. It is not trying to be your friend. It is not trying to support your scene. It is, without a doubt, an unstoppable force of hate and comedy that has been keeping it real since at least 2004, and apparently even a few years before that. Back when no one had even heard of Dolores Park. I don’t even think they’d built it yet. I bring it to your attention now because Funky Bitch has unleashed her hate on us this week and it’s fucking hilarious. I’m just disappointed my personal blog didn’t receive a link in the venom, as I’m guilty of much of the stuff she calls out in her latest entry:

The Mission: Listen, I like burritos* and cholos as much as the next gal but enough with the fucking Mission blogotumblrfashionogrampahers already. We are officially at capacity people.
1. Photos of handwritten signage:  You think you’re the first asshole to notice shitty grammar on a store front sign? Give an immigrant a break you fucking dick. No, it’s not worthy of a blog post.
8. Fashion: No more pictures of dirtheads in cut offs, flannel and dirty, err vintage shoes, please.

Past targets have included: Uppity Pregnant Women, Balloons with Words on Them, Fake Pigeon-Toed Hipster Hoes, and, of course, Pussy Triangles (“My pussy does not need a strapless eye patch”).

The Sundown Gown offers laidback glam! for people who show signs of dementia after the sun goes down. Stay Classy, Old Navy.

(photo by sirgious)

Hood Rat rides the Muni so you don’t have to:

You’re standing on the 14, it’s like 3am. You see a dude passed the fuck out.

You laugh and take a picture, HA HA. Only problem is about 10 mins later you realize you haven’t had a good nights sleep in like 2 weeks/months/years… Then you look at the time and realize when you decided to post this picture…

FML

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