I mean besides that I fucking dropped the bomb on TPop contracts and almost no one seemed to be able to acknowledge that? Not the Engine denizens, not Rich Johnston, not Publisher's Weekly, not The Beat. Nope, Fanboy Rampage and that's about it.
Or being used over and over again and then being condemned, guilt-tripped, and whined at when I said no, thanks, I don't feel like it in fact I feel a bit put out that I only hear fromn you when you want something?
That while I didn't invent print-to-web comics, I sure as fuck was somewhere early in the history, and yet someone else does it and it's like they invented fire?

Those were factors, especially that TP one, but no, why I quit comics is this (by which I mean "the attitude displayed by the art and script"), from Rich Johnston's Lying in the Gutters column:

Vicki Vale's appearance in All-Star Batman:


Frank Miller's script for same:


The above is one of comics' legendary creators, a guy who once publically tore Wizard magazine a new taint. But this is comics, even when it's not out in the open: arrested adolescents in men's clothing, or women who accuse other women of "not getting it" or being bitter, old or jealous. Sure, the script was never meant for public consumption, but the attitude within is endemic.

To paraphrase a blogger Lisa read to me: Fuck you comics, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, and the little girl who fed it apples.

EDIT: I've clarified the post, since it did indeed read as if Vicki Vale's ass, and Frank Miller's not-for-the-public-but-still-yucky script drove me from comics. Perils of top of the fold writing. I apologize to everyone who read it wrong.