It is time to introduce you to your author. His name is, well, unimportant. What is important is what he represents. He is the embodiment of rage quelled, of fury extinguished of wrath checked.

Where did the name of this blog come from? My wife, of course. I was trying to explain to her that I am a pacifist. Her reply:

You’re not a pacifist – you’re a passive-aggressivist!

I am not alone. In fact, you know me or someone very much like me.

1. The PassiveAggressivist curses in front of children and immediately denies it. Don’t worry, they aren’t your children (they are).
2. The PassiveAggressivist honks at bad drivers but quickly looks away to avoid eye contact. In reality, he only honks if he suspects the other driver is a woman…and old.
3. The PassiveAggressivist has strong feelings about your taste in movies and music. And he thinks very little of you as a result of these feelings.
4. The PassiveAggressivist disapproves of your lack of professionalism and accordingly writes tersely worded e-mails to the department at-large with language that could not definitively be linked to your behavior.
5. And most importantly, the PassiveAggressivist deals with his anger by writing this blog.

You’ve been warned.