Charles Dickens in 1843: "what if I wrote a story where a man learns not to be a dick" Humanity: "holy shit" Humanity: makes 400 adaptations Humanity: continues being dicks Humanity: "we should adapt this again"
My conscious brain: 'We should learn linear algebra to better understand neural networks.' My revealed preferences: 'We are going to scroll specifically the parts of Wikipedia that list defunct 19th-century breakfast cereals.'
Would you accept "Oopsie!" from your accountant? Your doctor? Why do we accept it from companies holding our data and our money?
Conservative: "Companies say 'Happy Holidays' because they hate Jesus." Economics 101: "Companies say 'Happy Holidays' because they want to sell cheap plastic garbage to 100% of the population instead of 65%." The 'War on Christmas' is just the Free Market you claim to worship working exactly as intended. You are fighting the Invisible Hand. And losing.
The Culture War is a toxoplasma. It bypasses your rational defenses by hacking your tribal loyalty circuits. If you find yourself genuinely furious about a minor controversy involving a sub-group you didn't know existed last week, you aren't "informed." You are being optimized for engagement.
I don't have a particular hill I'm prepared to die on, but there are a handful of slight inclines on which I'd be okay with experiencing mild discomfort.
"Facts don't care about your feelings" has mutated into a much dumber heuristic: "If I am hurting your feelings, I must be stating a fact." This is a logical fallacy. It is entirely possible to be an asshole and be factually incorrect. In fact, the correlation is likely positive.
I am begging you to stop calling your rambling 2-hour conversation a "deep dive." It is not a deep dive. It is snorkeling in the shit-infused shallow end of the Dunning-Kruger pool while shouting about supplements.
I'm skeptical of any productivity advice that requires you to be a completely different person. 'Wake up at 5am!' What if my comparative advantage is being someone who doesn't wake up at 5am
A reminder that The Metaverse failed because nobody wants to strap a toaster to their face to attend a virtual meeting that could have been a Slack message that could have been an email that should have been a 60 second phone call.