WordPress prompt just for laughs

Daily writing prompt
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?

I don’t usually respond to these prompts, but this seemed fun. First up, TV series:

Star Trek Deep Space Nine. With the other Trek series, I generally pick and choose episodes. Yeah no, I’m not watching “Spock’s Brain”, “Code of Honor”, or that one Voyager episode in which Jeri Ryan is a cage wrestler fighting The Rock. (shudder) But Deep Space Nine, I love me some Deep Space Nine. It was the first Trek series I owned all the sets for, and whenever I want to go to sleep listening to Trek I always pick DS9.

Nothing has matched DS9 for moral/emotional complexity.

Boy Meets World. The first DVD set I ever owned was the first season of Boy Meets World. I grew up with this show, so it’s incredibly special to me. I even use the season 4 opening theme as my oldest niece’s ring-tone because it was one of the things we watched together when she was a wee bairn and I was her babysitter.

Survivor: Borneo and Survivor: All-Stars. Don’t judge me, it’s a nostalgia thing. Borneo is really interesting because it was the first series, with the rules still being made, and All-Stars was the peak of my Survivor fandom; I stopped watching not long after, in part because of college and in part because once you’ve seen Boston Rob in All-Stahs there’s really nothing better.

“My food is problematic.”

“….what’d y’all order a dead guy for?”

“Well, look at this! Seems we arrived just in the nick of time. What’s that make us?”
“Big Damn Heroes, sir.”

“Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back!”

“Your mouth is talking. You may want to look to that.”

“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”

“Mercy is the mark of a great man. (stab) Guess I’m just a good one. (stab) Well, I’m all right.”

Firefly. Not sure how many times I’ve watched this. Right after college I watched two clips from Firefly‘s pilot and was instantly hooked. The first was Wash doing his dinosaur thing (Ahh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!) and the second was Kaylee twirling her umbrella. I was hooked instantly, bought the DVD set, and have watched it continuously since.

Breaking Bad. Whenever I’m dogsitting for someone and realize they have Netflix, I just watch Breaking Bad. Better Call Saul will definitely earn that in time.

The Office (US) if we’re just counting the Michael Scott series. I can enjoy seasons 8 and 9 but I don’t watch them regularly.

Movies:

Hmm…

The Sandlot, definitely. No question. West Side Story, I watched 5 times in fourteen days in 2004 and have watched every other year or so since. The Philadelphia Story and Groundhog Day have been once-a-years for the last 15+ years, and Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events is not far behind. Contact, the original Ocean’s Eleven, and a few others are regular. For Star Trek, I know I’ve seen The Wrath of Khan, The Voyage Home, and First Contact more than five; for Star Wars, I used to make an annual habit of watching the original trilogy and then the sequel trilogy between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I haven’t followed that tradition for a few years but I’m sure I’ve seen them all at least five times or more. I’m sure there are many other movies that qualify: The Lion King and Home Alone, for instance, are movies I’ve seen so many times I can’t really give you numbers for. Not sure where the Harry Potter movies fall: I’ve seen the earlier ones several times, the later ones only once at best. Prisoner of Azkaban probably has the most re-watches because I will never get tired of watching Hermione punch Draco.

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A trio of teases

“When you set foot on an island without rats, the skies are full of seabirds. It’s noisy because of the cacophony that those birds are making. And it smells of guano and ammonia, particularly if it has recently rained. It’s a really rich, pungent, loud environment. But when you set foot on an island with rats present,” Graham said,
“there’s next to no seabirds. The skies are empty.” There is no smell, and
the only sound comes from the small waves lapping on the beach.

Eat, Poop, Die: How Animals Make Our World, Joe Roman

“Occasionally, the [airport] code chosen bears no relation to the name of the city. Who would know that MCO, as Orlando is known, was once McCoy Air Force Base? Or that TYS represents Knoxville, Tennessee, because the Tyson family donated the land for the airport?”

The Way to Go: Moving by Sea, Land, and Air. Kate Ascher

During the mid–1880s, when the late-night exploits of the Chicago players resulted in
listless and disinterested performance on the field, Spalding hired a private detective to tail Kelly and his teammates. The detective compiled a report, which Spalding then read aloud to his men. Players such as Anson, Burns, and Sunday got off easy, but Kelly, Flint, and the rest listened quietly as Spalding recounted what he later described as “stories of drunkenness and debauchery” and “scenes of revelry and carousing that were altogether reprehensible and disgusting.”Seven team members were implicated by name in the report, and when Spalding finished, a hush filled the room. Kelly, after a few tense moments, broke the silence. “I have to offer only one amendment,” he told Spalding. “In that place where the detective reports me as taking lemonade at 3 A.M., he’s off. It was straight whiskey. I never drank a lemonade at that hour in my life.”

The Irish in Baseball

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Eat, Poop, Die

Now there’s a sign you won’t see decorating someone’s living room. Their bathroom, maybe. Eat, Poop, Die: How Animals Make Our World takes a look at the way animals shape ecosystems. It begins with the absolutely fascinating study of Surtsey, a volcanic island that was created in 1968 and which has allowed scientists to follow the development of an ecosystem ex nihilo, and then moves into some particular case studies across the world. Although there’s no limit to the number of potential books detailing the way animals are active ‘shapers of our world’, Roman focuses on dining, defecating, and dying. Taking center stage is poop — or ‘animal subsidies’, if you like. Poop not only serves to spread plant seeds around (and provide an initial bank of nutriment), but to shuffle the chemicals within across wide landscapes, as do animal deaths to smaller degree — except in the case of whale falls. Easily for me the most interesting part of the book was the fascinating history of Surtsey, which was born (happily) in an era where people could appreciate its unique promise, and guard it accordingly. Roman details the way an ecosystem slowly developed on the newly minted piece of terra firma, using it to highlight how important poop (from birds, mostly) is at providing minerals to seeds that found their way to the island; over the decades, the ecosystem has grown in complexity. From here we examine the way salmon runs enrich the trees along the rivers they use, thanks to the fact that bears are incredibly sloppy and wasteful eaters, and dive into the ‘whale pump’, the way whales continually move nutrients between the upper layers of the ocean and its depths. The book ends with cicadas and otters; a population of the latter was moved from an area of Alaska that DC wanted to nuke (and did, because DC is terrible) to a bay that had once had otters but lost them to the fur trade. Eat, Poop, Die is a quick, easy read with no shortage of interest.

Related:
Ghosts of Evolution, Connie Barlow. One of my favorite science books ever, this one looks at what happens to species whose ecological partners have gone extinct — like trees who made fruit for ground sloths, but which now struggle to find a way to spread their seed.
The Origin of Feces, David Waltner-Toews. I have to stop misplacing this book and read it. On the ecological importance of poop.

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Video Game of the Year

Minor: Hard-core gamers love Half-Life. It . . . probably should’ve gotten its
own chapter.

Me: YOU THINK?!?!

I came of age with video games, arriving in the world around the same time as Mario, and have enjoyed their maturation into a genuine art form, with sophisticated storytelling that makes most Hollywood offerings look like a middle school play by comparison. Video Game of the Year takes us through their development, beginning with Pong and continuing to 2022. The format is simple: there’s a brief write-up on each game, which varies in quality, followed by a section called “Extra Life” which has a briefer blurb on a game that followed in the highlighted game’s footsteps, followed by blurbs from other authors on other games that appear utterly random.How do you connect Mega Man and Madden? Or Sid Meier’s Civilization and Sonic the Hedgehog? (For that matter, the only mention of Civ is a blurb? This aggression will not stand, man.) The book is enjoyable enough if you’re a fan of videogames — well, tolerable — but it’s not impressive — not for its preachy writing or its selection. I was absolutely astonished that games like Civilization, Starcraft (STARCRAFT!), and Half-Life weren’t given their own chapters, but instead treated with little blurbs at the end of other chapters, or shoehorned in elsewhere. Another odd oversight is that games’ sound design and music is never referenced, which is frankly bizarre. It’s not “Hey, I’m going to write a book about video games and never mention Everquest or Ultima Online” bizarre, but still — pretty frickin’ weird. Beyond the games that are forgotten or dealt with shallowly despite their importance, Minor also has some games that are inexplicable. Spore, game of the year? Even as a Maxis-that-was fanboy I have to shake my head. Another game is included that no one has heard of beyond its role in a controversy that only reddit trolls care about, but it gives Minor the opportunity to fully mount his soapbox and dispensing the same shallow, boring takes as everywhere else on the internet. Given the repeated slights to PC games, I imagine a console gamer would enjoy this collection more.

Related:
Replay: The History of Video Games
The Nostalgia Nerd’s Retro Tech, which highlights games that dominated particular systems.
Masters of Doom, Prepare to Meet thy Doom, and Jacked, David Kushner. Histories of id software, Rockstar, etc.
Sid Meier’s Memoir, Sid Meier

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The Way to Go

Longtime readers here know that I love reading about transportation, and not just Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Ships, horses, bicycles — if it moves, I’ll follow and read books about it happily. A few years ago I delighted in the visual feast that was Kate Ascher’s The Works: Anatomy of a City. She’s also done books on skyscrapers and transportation, so I obviously had to check out The Way to Go. Like The Works, visuals are a core part of the text, as Ascher uses pictures to communicate how these great machines work, in addition to how they look. Such pictures also illustrate the functioning of support systems, like canal locks or the GPS network that helps airplanes and ships get a fix on their location, or bridge design and gas station operations for cars. Ascher works in examples from across the globe, though presumably there’s an American bias to visual and technical illustrations: the commercial truck shown, for instance, is a conventional hooded truck popular in North America and not the cabover kind that dominates worldwide. The color-coded illustration of an automobile indicating different subsystems was especially useful. This is not a picture book, though: instead, text and visuals work together. Ascher explores all aspects of what makes transportation work — the design of roads and rails, equipment like signals, rudders, and ailerons, and larger systems like the design of airfields and the establishment of national air traffic control networks to mitigate accidents. I especially like the section on airfield design, and the illustration of the various tender vehicles that evacuate waste, baggage, etc from airplanes upon landing. The past is not forgotten, either: Ascher often demonstrates the history of a particular microsubject, like the evolution of traffic signals. This is the kind of book that curious minds of all ages could savor, because Ascher avoids being both too simplistic or technical in her explanations. Shipping gets the lion’s share of the book, which is no surprise given that it’s been the lifeblood of economies and power for most of written history: air (space included) and ground transport share the second half of the book, along with a section on The Future, while ships and ship-support systems dominate the first half. Tragically, nary a mention is made of bicycles. I’ve read books all over the transportation field, from histories of shipping containers to the sociology of truck drivers, and even I learned a few things from this on the infrastructure and cultural sides: I didn’t know, for instance, that the peace sign comes from the semaphore alphabet, though I did associate it with a symbol for nuclear disarmament in some fuzzy way. I enjoyed this enormously, even with the appalling oversight of missing bike infrastructure.

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Wednesday blogging prompt: Nonfiction

Today’s blogging prompt from Long and Short Reviews is ‘what nonfiction have you read lately’. After an early-year start dominated by fiction, nonfiction is at last beginning to regain its usual dominance of my reading pile. It began with some science and nature books in February on trees and deer, and then I read some new releases by Abigrail Schrier and Rob Henderson, one of which I’ve reviewed (Troubled) and the other of which (Bad Therapy) I’m working on a review for. Another NF title in this period has been the excellent How to Stay Married, a humorist’s account of discovering infidelity in his marriage and working through it, along with his wife who contributes her voice to the book. In the last two weeks perhaps half of my nonfiction reading has been for a week of themed reviews to close out March: I already have three reviews scheduled for that. The theme isn’t really a secret — you can literally see the books in my What I’ve Read This Year page — but I like pretending it is. On deck is at least one more book for that theme, plus an exploration of Antarctica for a possible science read, a look at processed food, and a biography of Amy Winehouse that I’m debating buying.

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Teasing Tuesday x 3

Today’s TTT is weird or funny things we’ve done online searches for as a result of a book. I know I do this all the time, but I can’t really remember any. Instead, I’m going to list….’cryptic phrases in my notes app on the phone’.

MYSTERIOUS KEEP NOTES:

“Cow cow boogie”
“How the word is passed”
“Since Rebecca came back from Mecca”
“Monty Python Sam keckojgfall badminton”
“Mind parasites colon wilson”
“Strangers with Sndy”
“Feed Astair jukebox the ghost”
“St MOtel kz books”
“The Doritos effect”
“I don’t want to be nobody o just want to be myself”

I’m guessing most of those are songs I heard while a friends’ houses and wanted to look up later, along with some random book/movie recommendations. Now, a trio of teases!

This is the Red Sox and this is the Yankees. I am twenty-four, and I am pitching in Yankee Stadium, and every seat is taken.

In 1948, there was a crude attempt to televise the [World] Series to the East Coast from so distant a city as Cleveland by having a plane fly above the ball park in a kind of horse-and-buggy version of a satellite. That year there were so few television sets (by one count, 325,000 in all of America, half of them in the New York City area) that the Gillette Company, which was sponsoring the games, placed 100 new sets on the Boston Common so that ordinary fans might gather there and watch.

Summer of 49, David Halberstam

When you start a child on meds, you risk numbing him to life at the very moment he’s learning to calibrate risks and handle life’s ups and downs. When you anesthetize a child to the vicissitudes of success and failure and love and loss and disappointment when he’s meeting these for the first time, you’re depriving him of the emotional musculature he’ll need as an adult. Once on meds, he’s likely to believe that he can’t handle life at full strength—and thanks to an adolescence spent on them, he may even be right.

Bad Therapy: Why the Kids Aren’t Growing Up, Abigail Schrier

Each of my three names was taken from a different adult. Robert was the name of my biological father, who abandoned my mother and me when I was a baby. I have no memory of him. In fact, the only information I have about him is contained in a document given to me by the social worker responsible for my case when I was being shuffled around to different foster homes in Los Angeles. My middle name, Kim, is from my birth mother. It was her family name. She succumbed to drug addiction soon after I was born, rendering her unable to care for me. I have only two memories of her. I haven’t seen her since I was a child. And my last name: Henderson, which comes from my former adoptive father. After my adoptive mother separated from him, he severed ties with me to get back at her for leaving him. He figured that this would hurt me, and that my emotional pain would transmit to my adoptive mother. He was right. These three adults have something in common: All abandoned me.

Troubled, Robert Kim Henderson
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Troubled

Each of my three names was taken from a different adult. […] These three adults have something in common: All abandoned me.

Selected Quotations

Imagine that your first memory is that of being three years old and seeing your mother, a drug addict who ties you to chairs to get high without interruption, being arrested. Imagine being bounced around ten different foster homes before you were driving age. That is Rob Kim Henderson’s story, of a boy born into absolute chaos who escapes falling into it through his own curiosity and the occasional positive influence of older adults who recognize some potential in him, who found stability and growth in an adoptive family and then the US Air Force. In many ways, this is a memoir similar to J.D. Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy, in commenting on self-perpetuating cultures of poverty and social-moral chaos; both boys came of age amid violence, crime, and substance abuse, both found a guardian who offered them some stability despite the guardian’s own limits, and both ultimately found a way out of poverty and self-destructive behavior through the order and discipline that once marked the armed forces, culminating in educations at Yale. They differ, though, that Henderson not only reflects on the culture of poverty itself, but on how it’s effectively promoted by the luxury beliefs of the elites.

Troubled is, in large part, simply a memoir of a boy growing up in extremely adversarial circumstances and miraculously avoiding the worst consequences despite engaging in plenty of criminal and self-destructive behavior, behavior that would led his friends into prison or worse, death. It’s harrowing reading, as he was genuinely born into chaos: his mother was an immigrant from Korea who raised in in a car at one point, and his father is a complete unknown: the foster system was little better, as he was either one child among a dozen, raising one another in a feral sort of way, or used as menial labor. (He realized in retrospect that one family, the Martinez’, fostered young boys explicitly for that purpose: they never took in teenagers who would resist being turned into drudges.) As he neared his teen years, he was adopted by a young family who promptly fell apart after his mother fell in love with a woman, but who nevertheless gave him a modicum of stability. One of his peers told him he was lucky that his mother’s marriage ended that way: it meant his mother was never bringing home strange men who would abuse him, a fate that befalls too many foster and stepkids. Instead, she had a partner who was loving and supportive, even if she was suffering from her own gambling addiction. Although Henderson encountered a few men who offered him positive role models, like coaches, he writes that most of the male guidance he got came through literature: in fact, his curiosity about the world that led him to read was his salvation. There is also a slight role played by luck: the amount of instances where he could have been arrested for violent behavior alone is incredible, and his decision joining the Air Force and thereby developing more structure in his life that would take him out of poverty was almost impulsive.

What makes Troubled special, though, is the commentary that sometimes breaks through the surface of the narrative for most of the book, and is Henderson’s entire focus in the last chapters. Because Rob was a bright, inquisitive kid, when he left the culture of poverty behind him and went to places like the Air Force and Yale, he began comparing his life to those of his new colleagues — I can’t say peers, because he felt as though they were from different worlds. His reflection led him to realizing that stable family structure counted far more than mere income in setting the stage for a child’s life, and he asserts that public policy should be geared toward promoting families rather than making individuals more materially prosperous, and there’s an example in the book of a family receiving a windfall through an insurance settlement that ultimately goes to waste. A poor kid from a stable home can climb, but one reared in chaos will be lucky not to fall further — from basic psychological problems to the failure to develop skills for functioning in society. To his own experiences he adds in data from studies about kids from poor families versus kids from foster families that demonstrate how dramatically worse outcomes are for kids from broken families. Adding to this is his concept of ‘luxury beliefs’, which are beliefs espoused by the elite class because they’re politically fashionable, but which when applied in the lives of the poor, are utterly disastrous. He points out that the elites rarely practice what they preach, and when they do they do so in ways that shelter them from the worst consequences; it’s easy to talk about banning the police when you live in a safe neighborhood with security systems; when you’re a mother who has to worry about her kids being mugged by gangbangers on the way home from school, or still worse inducted into gangs, it’s altogether different While Henderson doesn’t delve into the public policy choices that incentivize socially ruinous decisions (like making it more profitable for a woman to have children from multiple fathers, rather than to be the baby-mama to one man, or even more radical, to marry a man and create a stable household), I can imagine him building on this. In the two weeks that I’ve known of his writing, I’ve enjoyed his articles and interviews enormously. We have now sunk as deep into the mire of the sexual revolution as we may go, I think — surely we cannot do worse than now, with Gen-Z seeming to give up on the enterprise altogether in a haze of SSRIs and porn — and it’s long past time for those most affected by it to begin lifting their voices in reproach.

Related:
The author’s substack, with articles like “Nobody Expects Young Men to Do Anything — and They Are Responding by Doing Nothing“.
Author interview with Michael Malice on “Your Welcome”.
Hillbilly Elegy, J.D. Vance

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Quotes from Rob Henderson’s “Troubled”

Each of my three names was taken from a different adult. Robert was the name of my biological father, who abandoned my mother and me when I was a baby. I have no memory of him. In fact, the only information I have about him is contained in a document given to me by the social worker responsible for my case when I was being shuffled around to different foster homes in Los Angeles. My middle name, Kim, is from my birth mother. It was her family name. She succumbed to drug addiction soon after I was born, rendering her unable to care for me. I have only two memories of her. I haven’t seen her since I was a child. And my last name: Henderson, which comes from my former adoptive father. After my adoptive mother separated from him, he severed ties with me to get back at her for leaving him. He figured that this would hurt me, and that my emotional pain would transmit to my adoptive mother. He was right. These three adults have something in common: All abandoned me.

The majority of jail inmates report being raised by single parents or non-parental guardians. Two of my childhood friends landed in prison, and another one would have if he hadn’t been shot to death first. Studies indicate that in the US, 60 percent of boys in foster care are later incarcerated, 3 while only 3 percent graduate from college. 4 What this means is that for every male foster kid like me who obtains a college degree, twenty are locked up.

Making good choices is hard enough, even in the best of circumstances. Just because you know something will benefit you doesn’t mean you’ll actually do it. As a kid, I knew a lot of the choices I was making in the moment were unwise. I just didn’t care. Knowledge alone isn’t enough. For children, having a stable environment with two parents who implement rules, provide attentive care, and cultivate a sense of security goes a long way. Even when you present opportunities to deprived kids, many of them will decline them on purpose because, after years of maltreatment, they often have little desire to improve their lives.

A team of psychologists found that compared to children raised in wealthier families, children raised in lower-income families are no more likely to engage in risky behaviors or commit crimes as adults. However, compared with children raised in stable environments, children raised in unstable environments are significantly more likely to engage in harmful or destructive behaviors later in life. Holding family income constant, the researchers found that the association between childhood instability and harmful behaviors in adulthood remained significant. 10 Plainly, being poor doesn’t have the same effect as living in chaos.

I’ve come to believe that upward social mobility shouldn’t be our priority as a society. Rather, upward mobility should be the side effect of far more important things: family, stability, and emotional security for children. Even if upward mobility were the primary goal, a safe and secure family would help achieve it more than anything else. Conventional badges of success do not repair the effects of a volatile upbringing.

I thought back to my first day in high school, and how my neighbor offered to sell me drugs. Now here I was at this fancy college, and this senior is offering to sell drugs, too. Later, I’d observe rampant drug and alcohol use on campus. This was at odds with the widespread belief, which I held at the time, that poverty was the primary reason for substance abuse.

Out of twenty students, only one other student besides me was not raised by both birth parents. Put differently, 90 percent of my classmates were raised by an intact family. I felt a sense of vertigo upon learning this, because it was so at odds with how I’d grown up. Later, Iread a study from another Ivy League school—Cornell—which reported that only 10 percent of their students were raised by divorced parents. This is a sharp juxtaposition with a national divorce rate of about 40 percent, which itself is quite low compared to the families I’d known in Red Bluff.

I had an apartment off-campus on Chapel Street. To get there, I had to walk through a lot of poverty—people suffering from drug addiction, homelessness, mental illness, and so on. Sometimes when I’d walk through those areas, I would think about my birth mother, the foster homes I’d lived in, and the people I’d met in rehab. And then I would think about my classmates: At Yale, more students come from families in the top 1 percent of income than from the bottom 60 percent, 4 and here they were ensconced in one of the richest universities in the world, claiming that they were in danger. Broadcasting personal feelings of emotional precarity and supposed powerlessness was part of the campus culture. Conspicuously lamenting systemic disadvantage seemed to serve as both a signal and reinforcer of membership in this rarefied group of future elites.

Frankly, I found that college extends adolescence to a laughably old age. It was surreal to hear people say that college students are adults when they are vastly outnumbered by working-class and poor people who face the full brunt of reality before they even turn eighteen. Interestingly, studies have found that people with adverse childhood experiences—physical or emotional abuse, neglect, poverty, parental divorce, and so on—seem to age faster. Children with stressful lives tend to get their adult teeth earlier, reach puberty sooner, and undergo accelerated changes in their brain structure.

Many students and graduates of top universities are terrified of being seen as what they really are. We don’t leave messes for other people to clean up, it’s those other elite students from that other school. We’re not xenophobic, it’s those unenlightened people who didn’t go to a fancy college. We haven’t cultivated an ideologically rigid environment, go back to where you came from.

My classmate and I discussed various moral dilemmas, and he said he would push a man off a bridge to stop a train from hitting five people. I asked if he would murder his mother to save five strangers. He promptly responded that he would. I doubted anyone I knew outside of college would have said yes to that question. I later read a study that found that upper-class people are more likely to endorse utilitarianism and the belief that “the ends justify the means.” One reason for this is that affluent people score relatively low on measures of empathy and favor cold calculations for decision-making.

Gradually, I developed the concept of “luxury beliefs,” which are ideas and opinions that confer status on the upper class at very little cost, while often inflicting costs on the lower classes. 

But top universities are also crucial for induction into the luxury belief class. Take vocabulary. Your typical working-class American could not tell you what heteronormative or cisgender means. But if you visit an elite college, you’ll find plenty of affluent people who will eagerly explain them to you. When someone uses the phrase cultural appropriation, what they are really saying is, “I was educated at a top college.” Consider the Veblen quote, “Refined tastes, manners, habits of life are a useful evidence of gentility, because good breeding requires time, application and expense, and can therefore not be compassed by those whose time and energy are taken up with work.” Only the affluent can afford to learn strange vocabulary, because ordinary people have real problems to worry about.

The chief purpose of luxury beliefs is to indicate the believer’s social class and education. When an affluent person expresses support for defunding the police, drug legalization, open borders, looting, or permissive sexual norms, or uses terms like white privilege, they are engaging in a status display. They are trying to tell you, “I am a member of the upper class.

White privilege is the luxury belief that took me the longest to understand, because I grew up around a lot of poor white people. Affluent white college graduates seem to be the most enthusiastic about the idea of white privilege, yet they are the least likely to incur any costs for promoting that belief. Rather, they raise their social standing by talking about their privilege. In other words, upperclass white people gain status by talking about their high status. When policies are implemented to combat white privilege, it won’t be Yale graduates who are harmed. Poor white people will bear the brunt. The upper class promotes abolishing the police or decriminalizing drugs or white privilege because it advances their social standing, not least because they know that the adoption of those policies will cost them less than others. 

Reflecting on my experiences with alcohol, if all drugs had been legal and easily accessible when I was fifteen, you wouldn’t be reading this book. My birth mom was able to get drugs, and it had a detrimental effect on both of our lives. That’s something people don’t think about: drugs don’t just affect the user, they affect helpless children, too. All my foster siblings’ parents were addicts, or had a mental health condition, often triggered by drug use. But the luxury belief class doesn’t think about that because such consequences seldom interrupt their lives. And even if they did, they are in a far better position to withstand such difficulties. A well-heeled student at an elite university can experiment with cocaine and will, in all likelihood, be fine. A kid from a dysfunctional home with absentee parents will often take that first hit of meth to self-destruction. This is perhaps why a 2019 survey found that less than half of Americans without a college degree want to legalize drugs, but more than 60 percent of Americans with a bachelor’s degree or higher are in favor of drug legalization. 14 Drugs are frequently considered a recreational pastime for the rich, but for the poor they are often a gateway to further pain.

Similarly, a 2020 survey found that the richest Americans showed the strongest support for defunding the police, while the poorest Americans reported the lowest support. 15 Throughout the remainder of that year and into 2021, murder rates throughout the US soared as a result of defunding policies, officers retiring early or quitting, and police departments struggling to recruit new members after the luxury belief class cultivated an environment of loathing toward law enforcement. 1

The luxury belief class appears to sympathize more with criminals than their victims. It’s true that most criminals come from poor backgrounds. But it’s also true that their victims are mostly poor. And the perpetrators tend to be young men, and their targets are often poor women or the elderly. Moreover, because there are many times more victims than there are criminals, to not stop criminals is to victimize the poor. Yet the movement to abolish the police is disproportionately championed by affluent people. A key inhibition against crime is the belief that our legal system is legitimate. Which means that those who promote the idea that we live in an unjust society also help to cultivate crime. The poor reap what the luxury belief class sows. Consider that compared to Americans who earn more than $75,000 a year, the poorest Americans are seven times more likely to be victims of robbery, seven times more likely to be victims of aggravated assault, and twenty times more likely to be victims of sexual assault. 17 And yet, as I write this, many affluent people are calling to abolish law enforcement.

Before my first year of college, I had never even been to a musical. No one I knew from Red Bluff had ever been to one. But it seemed like everyone on campus had seen Hamilton, the acclaimed musical about the American founding father Alexander Hamilton. I looked up tickets: $400. This was way beyond my budget. So in 2020, I was pleased to see that five years after Hamilton’s debut, it was available to view on Disney+. But suddenly, the musical was being denigrated by many of the same people who formerly enjoyed it, because it didn’t reflect the failings of American society in the eighteenth century. The creator of Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda, even posted on Twitter that “All the criticisms are valid.” This reveals how social class works in America. It is not a coincidence that when Hamilton tickets were prohibitively expensive, affluent people loved it, and now that it can be viewed by ordinary Americans, they ridicule it. Once something becomes too popular, the elites update their tastes to distinguish themselves from ordinary people. 

“Don’t you ever feel like a sucker for serving?”
I paused, unsure what to say. I didn’t feel like a sucker. But I would come to understand what he was getting at. “Something’s off about the whole thing. We swear that oath about upholding the Constitution. Then these rich kids who are the same age as us when we enlisted are actively undermining it. Pretty weird.” “Undermining how?” I asked. “The first two amendments,” he continued. “The general opinion at these schools is that the first needs a major overhaul and the second should be completely dismantled. Seems like we basically got duped into believing we are upholding American values while the future ruling class are figuring out ways to undermine them.

The luxury belief class claims that the unhappiness associated with certain behaviors and choices primarily stems from the negative social judgments they elicit, rather than the behaviors and choices themselves. But, in fact, negative social judgments often serve as guardrails to deter detrimental decisions that lead to unhappiness. In order to avoid misery, we have to admit that certain actions and choices are actually in and of themselves undesirable—single parenthood, obesity, substance abuse, crime, and so on—and not simply in need of normalization. Indeed, it’s cruel to validate decisions that inflict harm, especially on those who had no hand in the decision—like young children.

Successful people tell the world they got lucky but then tell their loved ones about the importance of hard work and sacrifice. Critics of successful people tell the world those successful people got lucky and then tell their loved ones about the importance of hard work and sacrifice.

In the US, 11 percent of kids from families in the bottom income quintile obtain bachelor’s degrees, compared with less than 3 percent of children who have been in foster care. 5 6 In other words, a poor kid in the US is nearly four times more likely to graduate from college than a foster kid.

We now live in a culture where affluent, educated, and well-connected people validate and affirm the behaviors, decisions, and attitudes of marginalized and deprived kids that they would never accept for themselves or their own children. And they claim to do this in the name of compassion. It’s fine if Antonio and I skip class and ruin our futures, but it’s definitely not fine if their kids do so. Many of the people who wield the most influence in society have isolated themselves and their children from the world I grew up in, while paying lip service to the challenges of inequality.

The reason I got where I am is because I had something I was running away from and something I was running toward. I was running away from the turbulence of my youth and running toward social mobility—money, education, esteem. I managed to channel my energy to striving to accomplish my goals. Upon obtaining a few totems of achievement, I came to realize that they are flawed measures of success. External accomplishments are trivial compared with a warm and loving family. Going to school is far less important than having a parent who cares enough to make sure you get to class every day. But it is important to remember that even if every foster kid graduates from college, that wouldn’t necessarily make them happier. A 2018 study found that people typically pursue higher levels of education because they believe it will lead to more leisure time. But, in fact, more educated people tend to have less leisure time. They earn more money, but also work more hours. This upends their expectations and ends up having a net zero effect on overall happiness.

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AI killed the internet star, ooh wah ooh

Quoting from “Here lies the internet, killed by generative AI” on the amount of ai-generated trash that is now beginning to overwhelm real content, including children’s videos that parents use to babysit their kids. What will be the cognitive/developmental consequences of that? This is an issue I’m starting to se in the library: several patrons tried to print out images and biographies for black history month these past few weeks that were AI-generated, including a ‘color’ photo of a woman from the 18th century!

Now that generative AI has dropped the cost of producing bullshit to near zero, we see clearly the future of the internet: a garbage dump. Google search? They often lead with fake AI-generated images amid the real things. Post on Twitter? Get replies from bots selling porn. But that’s just the obvious stuff. Look closely at the replies to any trending tweet and you’ll find dozens of AI-written summaries in response, cheery Wikipedia-style repeats of the original post, all just to farm engagement. AI models on Instagram accumulate hundreds of thousands of subscribers and people openly shill their services for creating them. AI musicians fill up YouTube and Spotify. Scientific papers are being AI-generated. AI images mix into historical research. This isn’t mentioning the personal impact too: from now on, every single woman who is a public figure will have to deal with the fact that deepfake porn of her is likely to be made. That’s insane.

YouTube for kids is quickly becoming a stream of synthetic content. Much of it now consists of wooden digital characters interacting in short nonsensical clips without continuity or purpose. Toddlers are forced to sit and watch this runoff because no one is paying attention.

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All around the nation there are toddlers plunked down in front of iPads being subjected to synthetic runoff, deprived of human contact even in the media they consume. There’s no other word but dystopian. Might not actual human-generated cultural content normally contain cognitive micro-nutrients (like cohesive plots and sentences, detailed complexity, reasons for transitions, an overall gestalt, etc) that the human mind actually needs? We’re conducting this experiment live. For the first time in history developing brains are being fed choppy low-grade and cheaply-produced synthetic data created en masse by generative AI, instead of being fed with real human culture. No one knows the effects, and no one appears to care. Especially not the companies, because…

OpenAI has happily allowed pollution.

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