Harris Wittels died last night. He was only 30 years old. You probably already know who he is, even if you don’t know you know him.
Watch Parks and Recreation? He was an executive producer, a writer, and a recurring character: Harris, one of the two incompetent stoners who ran Pawnee’s Animal Control.
Spend any time on Twitter? His feed is littered with perfect one-liners.
Into comedy? He did stand-up — he was performing at The Meltdown the night before he died –and wrote for The Sarah Silverman Program and Eastbound and Down.
But my favorite of all his contributions to our culture is this: his creation of the word “Humblebrag.”
Humblebrag is the word we never knew we always needed, the spot-on definition for an insidious, ubiquitous and unintentionally hilarious kind of arrogance. A humblebrag is when someone tries to hide self-promotion under a guise of modesty. It’s about as effective as hiding three little kids standing on each others’ shoulders underneath a trench coat and trying to pass them off as one suspiciously young-looking adult. Humblebrags are likely as old as humanity but they, like so many annoying things, have flourished on the internet.
Wittels coined the term in 2010, starting a Twitter account to retweet the worst offenders. The following year, he started a column on humblebrags for Grantland, ranking the most outrageous humblebrags Twitter had to offer and commenting on their ridiculousness. In 2012, he published a book on the subject: Humblebrag: The Art of False Modesty.
Humblebraggers, come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Yet for all their sparkly-snowflake-individuality, they can usually be sorted into one of the following categories.
There is the humblebragger who simply states something impressive and true but punctuations this declaration with a “weird”:
Just recorded my radio spot for XM. I lead a weird, weird life.
— Dan Brooks (@brooksbaseball) September 17, 2012
There’s the beautiful person who just needs you to know that someone called them beautiful today:
Some guy just came into Staples and screamed very aggressively at me, "Good God, you are gorgeous!" #ScariestComplimentEver
— stevie nelson (@iamstevienelson) April 23, 2012
Or skinny:
Stories are everywhere that I'm too thin. When will the media see women for their accomplishments instead of their weight & appearance?
— Bethenny Frankel (@Bethenny) May 8, 2012
The “I’m doing this incredible, amazing thing, but really I’m still such an awkward, regular person!” humblebrag:
I just won an ACM, but don't worry I'm still stuck like everyone else in a Taco Bell drive-thru right now. @ACMAwards #ACMs
— Cody Alan (@cmtcody) March 1, 2013
The humblebrag that exists solely to draw attention to how many fans the humblebragger has:
My career has reached a new stage. The drunk-fan-recognizes-you-and-blurts-out-your-name-while-at-the-urinal stage. I'm gonna cherish it.
— Matt Norlander (@MattNorlander) March 15, 2013
Or how famous the humblebragger is:
Pilot recognized me from DEADWOOD & JUSTIFIED as I was getting on plane. Made people wait while he asked about the shows. #Flatterbarrasing.
— Jim Beaver (@jumblejim) March 6, 2013
Or how successful (though a humblebragger must always maintain the appearance of awe and disbelief at his or her success, as though such success occurred by accident or magic or accidental magic):
https://twitter.com/seaninsound/status/265543708294922241
Or just that the humblebragger is in a cool, envy-inspiring location, like first class:
https://twitter.com/jash01/status/201883309154902016
Another humblebrag classic is when the offender draws a contrast between the luxurious, impressive nature of his surroundings and how “awkward” he acts while being here:
I think the day after the Emmy's should be dubbed: "Replay in your head all the awkward things you said to people day."
— Melissa Rauch (@MelissaRauch) September 24, 2012
Often, but not always, that type of humblebrag involves announcing proximity to a celebrity:
Why can't I look cool when I meet @TomHanks & he hands me his Emmy? Instead I get so excited & look like a goober: http://t.co/SW5prwnE
— Olivia Munn (@oliviamunn) September 24, 2012
The humblebragger who tweets like an Upworthy headline, basically forcing you to follow up and ask for details:
Went to the most beautiful & personal wedding last night (despite helicopters and annoying paparazzi at end of road). Fairy tales do happen!
— Kimberly Snyder (@_KimberlySnyder) June 3, 2012
All of these dummies are just amateurs compared to Totes McGotes, who Wittel described like so:
Totes is my all-time all-time favorite Humblebragger. Unlike most Humblebraggers, he does not live in Hollywood, nor is he related to the entertainment industry in any way. I think he’s a real estate broker from San Diego or something. His Humblebrags are unmatched.
Totes has tweeted gems like “I just realized I’ve only showered in ONE of my FIVE showers since I’ve moved in here. This must change #totesproblems” and “Told the cpl renting my house in the midwest, who both lost their jobs last month, not to worry about Nov/Dec rent. They have a little boy.” He’ll tell you “Preparing my accountant for my office changing from a few hundred sq ft to several thousand. And boat expenses as third home. #plsdontaudit.”
The Humblebrag Twitter account has 249,000 followers. But under that Following tab, there is only one man: Totes McGotes.
I assumed Totes either didn’t know or care about his, to use a humblebragger term, weird kind of internet fame, but as it turns out he and Wittel communicated a bit, and today Totes was tweeting some self-aware humblebragg-y tributes to his biggest fan:
This has hit me hard. Some of our early DMs. And yes this is a @Humblebrag. RIP Harris. @twittels pic.twitter.com/aU2CHRfehi
— Totes McGotes (@TotesMcGotes) February 20, 2015
We never did find time to party in Vegas. #RIPHarrisWittels pic.twitter.com/vlo3ZxS1wR
— Totes McGotes (@TotesMcGotes) February 20, 2015
Goodbye, Harris Wittels. Thank you for making us laugh.
