Roast for Relief #29: The Algorithm Can’t Handle This Man

Featuring: Ramiro Blanco & Writer By Technicality

BREAKING: Man attempts breakfast. Ends up proving gamification is capitalism with teeth.

Ramiro Blanco is the kind of writer who will open with, “I’m not a big fan of yearly recaps,” and then immediately produce a recap so satisfying it should come with a cigarette and a therapist referral.

His whole thing is “micro → macro,” which sounds innocent until you realize it means:

“I bought a toothbrush”
turns into
“and that’s how the West collapsed.”

As if he were some kind of Larry David from hell.

Ramiro runs Writer By Technicality, where daily life isn’t allowed to just happen. No. Daily life must be audited, analyzed, tied to the wider arc of society, and then politely strangled into meaning with pristine prose. The man cannot drink coffee without accidentally founding a political philosophy.

He currently has 68 subscribers, which is hilarious because the writing reads like it belongs to someone with a nervous-breakdown-inducing following and an entire academic department hunting him down for citations.

The Ramiro Experience

Ramiro’s writing voice is calm. Measured. Occasionally charming. And then he will casually drop a line like:

“I’m a proud, middle-class, gentrifying white male…”
“My electric toothbrush gave me a performance review…”
“I politely asked to pass on a bike lane and got verbally executed…”

This is the vibe: a soft-spoken existential threat.

He doesn’t scream “the world is broken.”
He shows you a smiley face on a toothbrush LED screen and lets you do the screaming.

It’s just a cappuccino, unless you’re him, then it’s an empire, a bike lane, and a meaning crisis with crema.

Exhibit A:

The Toothbrush That Became Your Boss

“I already know how to brush my teeth!” is one of those posts that makes you laugh with anger because it’s too accurate.

He starts by confessing he can’t go back to biodegradable toothbrushes because they don’t give him that consumer-adrenaline rush (which is insane, but also… relatable, which is worse).

Then he upgrades his toothbrush and discovers it has:

• a timer,

• a quadrant system,

• an app,

• and a judgmental smiley face that decides if he deserves human rights.

At one minute and fifty-nine seconds? Frown.
And suddenly he’s spiraling like he just got rejected by a prestige university.

Ramiro basically wrote:
“Gamification is capitalism training you to beg for rewards.”
But he did it with toothpaste and dental floss, which is exactly the kind of unhinged elegance I respect.

Exhibit B:

The Bike Lane Incident That Became A Diagnosis of 2025

In Blessings: 2025 Edition, Ramiro rides his bike, tries to politely pass a slow scooter, and gets called an asshole for using the word “please.”

Then, because he’s Ramiro, he doesn’t just write “people are rude.”
He writes:

• thuggish behavior is rewarded,

• AI fuels existential angst,

• technological cycles are shortening,

• meaning is collapsing,

• and that collapse is leaking into everyday interactions.

So now a bike lane becomes the stage where the meaning crisis does improv.
And somehow he makes it land without sounding like a doom prophet. That’s a talent.

Then he drops “Thanks, Dad!” in the middle like it’s a casual punchline — it’s funny, then you realize it’s dark, then you feel weird, then you respect him more.

Classic Ramiro.

Exhibit C:

Moral Shift

(aka “please stop thinking technology is your religion”)

This one is for the people who still believe solar panels will save their souls.

Ramiro Blanco basically says:
Sure, renewable energy matters. But if the moral foundation stays the same, we’ll just consume ourselves into a shinier apocalypse.

Then he introduces the real idea:

• not subjecting everything to market principles,

• and building neighborhood-level cooperation as a qualitative revolution.

And he writes it like a guy casually talking to you at a café except the café is on fire and the espresso machine is also a philosophy professor.

This is what happens when you let one pretty song have the microphone.

“Music for Adults”

the side quest that proves he has a heart

Just when you think he’s permanently trapped in the moral autopsy lab, he drops Music for Adults, and it’s basically:

• beautiful,

• reflective,

• weirdly tender,

• and still somehow about identity, meaning, and portals.

He’ll recommend a song and then quietly rewrite your inner narrative while pretending he’s just vibing.

He writes in English and Spanish, which means about 2 billion of you can’t escape the collapse of meaning.
Gracias.

The jabs you came for

Ramiro Blanco is a man who:

• thinks community management is hard,
  but is literally doing it 3-4 times a week like a responsible little philosopher elf.

• avoids big posts because he’s afraid of being buried,
  while writing comments that are actually worth digging up.

• wants collaboration,
  but is offering people thoughtful writing instead of “mutual growth opportunities,”
  which is deeply offensive to anyone who worships metrics.

He is the only person I know who can:

• call scooters “abhorrent creatures,”

• romanticize ham and cheese like it’s sacred ritual,

• and still somehow end up making you believe humans might be salvageable.

Why he deserves readers.

Ramiro does something a lot of writers say they do and almost none actually pull off:

He takes the small stuff toothbrushes, coffee, bike lanes, music, awkward interactions, and connects it to structural forces without turning it into:

• academic sludge,

• hot-take nonsense,

• or performative despair.

His work is readable, funny, grounded, and it makes you notice your life again.

And that’s the point.

Because I’m not a monster.

Ramiro, your writing is solid. More than solid. It’s sharp, alive, observant, and it has that rare combination of humor, clarity, and actual thinking.

Your problem isn’t the work.
It’s that the internet rewards loudness, and you’re over here doing elegant, quiet demolition.

Keep going. Keep compounding. Your readers are out there, they’re just stuck in the wrong feed, brushing their teeth for 1:59 and thinking they’re failures.

And if you’ve ever felt the world get weirder for no reason,
you’re his target audience.

Thank you, truly♥️
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