Marcel Winatschek

A Place Where Hatred Is the Only Common Language

Somewhere on the internet there’s a forum where the entire premise is hate. Not ironic hate, not listicle hate—genuine, enthusiastic, catalogued hatred of everything from neighbors to sleep schedules to one’s own body. The German site ICH HASSE.ES, which translates roughly to "I hate it," is exactly what it sounds like: a message board where the miserable gather to finally say what they mean.

One thread hates a particular regional accent. Another hates dogs. A third hates the entire system—whichever system that is, it’s always the entire thing. The interesting part isn’t the targets but the tone: deeply sincere, weirdly cathartic, occasionally touching in its specificity. Someone hates their alarm clock in a way that reads like poetry. Someone else hates their ex with the focused clarity of a PhD thesis.

There’s something almost honest about it. The internet usually packages negativity as irony, dunking, or political outrage—forms that let you hate without admitting you’re doing it. A forum where the entire value proposition is just naming what you despise has a strange integrity. You know what you’re getting. You know why everyone’s there. Shared hatred turns out to be as binding as shared enthusiasm, maybe more so. Maybe especially online.