How We Use AI — Tiny Rages

We get asked occasionally whether we use AI to write our posts. Which, if you’ve ever read anything here, should make you laugh — because no robot could possibly reproduce the level of pettiness, sarcasm, and caffeine-fueled fury that powers this site. So the short answer is no, AI doesn’t write our content. The long answer is that we use it a little, but only to tidy up after ourselves — kind of like a digital intern who’s only allowed to fix typos, not express opinions.

Every piece on Tiny Rages starts with a human having a small breakdown. Jessica screaming at her Wi-Fi. Austin fuming about “mindful productivity.” Sandra trying to send one email without her kids interrupting. Karen raging about another brand “rebranding.” Stephen philosophizing about queue etiquette. Ashley trying to survive another day on the internet. Ruth writing another elegantly furious piece about people who clap when planes land. That chaos? 100% human. AI couldn’t fake it if it tried.

What we do use AI for is cleanup — grammar checks, spelling corrections, and sometimes for reorganizing a particularly unhinged rant into something vaguely readable. Think of it as running spellcheck, but for emotions. We might also use it to shorten sentences when one of us gets carried away (which is often). But the voice, the humor, the point of view — that’s ours. Machines don’t get irrationally angry about slow walkers or preheated ovens that beep 20 minutes too early. They don’t feel the rage; they just simulate it, and that’s not good enough for us.

We’ve also used AI once or twice for basic tasks like reformatting quotes or generating stock-style placeholder images when we can’t find a decent photo of, say, “people who block supermarket aisles.” But those are just illustrations, not fakes. You’ll never see deepfakes, made-up people, or generated nonsense on this site. When we use AI-generated visuals, it’s just to make the page look less like a Word document — and we’ll always tell you if we do.

If AI ever gets good enough to experience mild inconvenience, then maybe we’ll reconsider. But until a machine can experience the specific fury of an app asking for a password reset again, it’s not taking our jobs. The point of Tiny Rages is that our frustration comes from experience. Every complaint here is earned — through traffic jams, broken autocorrects, and small daily betrayals. That’s not something you can outsource.

We also treat AI tools the same way we treat all tech — useful when handled carefully, infuriating when it pretends to be smarter than it is. We know the difference between “helping” and “replacing,” and we’re firmly on the side of the former. AI helps us polish. It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel, and it doesn’t get irrationally annoyed by the sound of someone eating crisps on the bus. We’ll handle the feelings; it can handle the commas.

And let’s be honest — if we let AI write for us, it would instantly become unbearable. Imagine a machine trying to write a relatable rant: “Humans often exhibit frustration when encountering queues.” No, thank you. We like our complaints with a pulse, preferably one raised by a phone battery that dies at 22%.

So here’s how we use AI, broken down for anyone keeping score:

• Editing help: Sometimes.
• Idea generation: Never. We have too many bad ideas already.
• Voice or tone: Always human, always unfiltered.
• Images: Occasionally AI-generated placeholders, never deceptive.
• Emotion: Pure, uncut human irritation.

We’re transparent because, frankly, lying about this kind of thing feels wrong — especially for a site that exists purely to tell the truth about how annoying the world can be. The last thing we need is a bunch of robot-written “relatable” posts about why Mondays suck. You can get that anywhere else on the internet.

If we ever change how we use AI, we’ll say so. But for now, the site remains what it’s always been: human frustration, human writing, human mistakes. Sometimes we misplace a comma or overuse a semicolon. Sometimes we type in all caps. That’s part of the charm.

So if you ever wonder whether the rant you’re reading was written by a bot, the answer is no — it was written by one of us, in real time, while glaring at something. The typos were ours, the sarcasm was ours, and the catharsis was very, very real.

If you’ve got questions, curiosity, or even your own AI-related rage (we’ve all yelled at ChatGPT at least once), email us at [email protected]. A real person will respond — probably while muttering under their breath about how Outlook just crashed again.