Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
-Maya AngelouVery often, the things that irritate or anger me are inspirations as powerful as the things I love. When I was a teenager, I made lists of things I hated to help me figure out what I wanted to do with my life, who I wanted to become. The fear of perpetuating what I hated drove me to come up with alternatives. Sometimes I hate for good reason. Sometimes it's for no reason at all. The following is just a short-list of current examples:Australia's slimey pseudo-left-wing prime minister, Kevin Rudd, for his ignorant, prejudicial, blinkered-suburbanite comments on art, his underhand attempt to censor internet content and his about-face on simple promises to Australia's indigenous peoples; most gallerists (I've only known a few I trust); phoney friends (I used to collect them); mobile phones, especially those by Blackberry; homogenous, inexpressive, unrebellious 21st century teens; air kisses; bad manners; useless, self-serving bureaucracy; boiled vegetables; Charles Saatchi for his artist-competition-as-reality-tv show, Best Of British – and the BBC for airing such crap; his food-porn wife, Nigella Lawson; Ashton Kutcher, for no good reason (well, actually too many to list here); procrastination (of which I'm often guilty); fake 1984-like political correctness (are you listening, Kevin?); sexism; racism; spelling mistakes; people who walk slowly, especially in airports or on busy city sidewalks (as Henry Rollins once wrote, "They're murdering me slowly"); Brisbane (a place where everyone talks slowly); tv soap operas; women who say they're for equality but not feminism (feminism is equality, dummies); the smell of beer, especially seeping through the pores of somebody's skin; indifference (or, worse, not knowing what you like or hate); excuses, especially my own; heavy make-up; The Seasteading Institute (a truly loathsome, tech-funded approach to alternative living on the ocean – for geeks who don't want to get their feet wet); the colour combinations of red and green or green and purple (they make me feel ill); cleaning up after myself; over-familiarity, especially from faceless phone operators; my overly-serious nature; best-selling self-help books like The Secret by Rhonda Byrne that justify greed and self-centredness; berets and artist smocks (and, yes, black jeans and t-shirt are the new artist smock); men in suits, especially cheap ones; neckties of any colour or design; brand loyalty; being away from my boyfriend; rules (especially my own).OK, your turn.