When I get a little older and richer, I’ll be able to afford the expenses of design rage. For the moment, I have to keep my temper under control when I encounter products with poor usability. When I’m rich and old, I’ll get myself a shotgun for the express purpose of blowing away things that frustrate me. Life will be sweet. Design rage will be the affliction that finally unleashes anarchy upon this world.
Already there are signs of a growing intolerance. The backlash has begun. People expect more these days. Car manufacturers even encourage us to do so. The higher our expectations, the less we’re willing to put up with the shit we get fed, day in, day out. Make the bastards understand that you’re mad as hell and you’re not gonna take it any more. Vive la révolution!
“What brought this on?” I hear you ask. Nothing more than putting my crappy kettle on.
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