Tech Bro’s Blog Post Turns All of San Francisco Against Him

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The Shih mob. (Artist's rendering.) Photo: Hulton Archive/Getty Images

It's not easy to alienate a city of 800,000 residents with a single blog post. But in the span of a 664-word rant about all the things that are wrong with San Francisco, ex–New Yorker Peter Shih, the founder of a tech start-up called Celery, managed to not only piss off an entire corner of the Internet, but also inspire IRL signs calling for his ouster from the city.

Shih's blog post on Medium, "10 Things I Hate About You" (which he's since deleted but is available in a cache here), ran through a litany of Shih's problems with life in the Bay Area, including but not limited to his feelings on the city's homeless people:

San Francisco has some of the craziest homeless people I have ever seen in my life. Stop giving them money, you know they just buy alcohol and drugs with it right? Next time just hand them a handle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, it’ll save everyone some trouble. I’m seriously tempted to start fucking with people and pay for homeless guys to ride the Powell street cable cars in the middle of the day, that ought to get the city’s attention.

Its women, whom he calls "49ers":

No, not the football team, they’re great. I’m referring to all the girls who are obviously 4's and behave like they are 9's. Just because San Francisco has the worst Female to Male ratio in the known universe doesn’t give you the right to be a bitch all the time.

And his oh-so-novel complaint about the city's foggy climate:

I hate how I can’t tell the difference between August and February. I hate how I have to turn on the heater in the middle of summer. I hate having to always carry a jacket because of the 20 degree swings between day and night.

Following the uproar over Shih's post, Twitter user Arnie Gullov-Singh posted a sign spotted in San Francisco's SoMa district, calling for Shih to leave town.

Clearly, the happy ending to this story will be Shih's triumphal return to New York, where he'll spend his nights pounding beers at J-Tree while telling war stories to his bros about the horrors he saw out West.