We should all be proud of Dr Dr Juliet Turner for standing up to the thin-skinned manosphere. All the men man-splaining biology to a doctor of biology is wild.

this trend goes so hard all the girlies posting their fun grad pics while incels publish empirical evidence they’ve never interacted w a woman

Grand memories of New College, summer semester junior year.

Overheard a mom tell her kid, “Be quiet, right now.” The boy quickly obeyed. He likely also concluded, “There’s something wrong here, and it seems to be me.” This false sense of identity will recur as an echoing reminder not to do more wrong things, not get in trouble, don’t make

I want to believe Freedomain - with Stefan Molyneux, MA is engaging in satire of the first order, but keep your microscope handy, Dr Juliet Turner, just in case.

Greg, this is primo stuff, and also an outline for a promising book. 📕 👍

No tears or violins for Hollywood. Watched Casablanca again recently, a truly grand motion picture. Start making compelling movies again, and things will work out. Hollywood Just Had Its Worst Summer Box Office In Over 40 Years dailywire.com/news/hollywood…

The problem with the idea that Trump is on the verge of stepping into the UAP fray and declaring there’s evidence we’re not alone in the cosmos—the problem is, he’d need to bring evidence for that claim, evidence so definitive and so categorically unimpeachable—see, right there’s

Critical thinking combined with magnificently clear prose, did I mention unabashed courage?

Watching a Netflix series called Grandchester, with English subtitles having nothing to do with the audio dialogue. Like two different shows. Dissociated Identity viewing at its finest.

A finished marathon might be on someone’s bucket list as a memorable rite of passage. If so, respect. But Greg’s right: marathons are not a health plus, in many respects they’re contrary to wellness. I’ve run my share of these epic events, and am happy my hips and knees are on

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness,

Indeed: nothing added, nothing missing, nothing left out…

There are many reasons to enjoy running, especially the endorphin payoff. But if fat burning is goal #1, walking’s your best bet.  “Faster = better” was never actually true for most of the goals we thought we were chasing. The moment you creep out of Zone 2 because “this feels

Taking an unexpected walk last night in the early dark of the season, I happened upon Christmas lighting that momentarily struck me with a sense of sheer wonder. In that instant I grokked why so many haul out the annual strings of bulbs, and dutifully, systematically, set them in

“I haven’t seen the movie—it’s not even completed—but here’s why it sucks.” Preemptive debunkery that would impress Philip J. Klass, pseudo skeptic of an earlier era.

With a two-hour layover and weary of sitting, I set out on foot from terminal C to B. Airport staff tell me “take the train,” amazed that a passenger might voluntarily undertake a “long” walk of 40 minutes. “On foot?” a deli manager asked, incredulously. I’m no Olympian, but

“What do you get when you cross a Jehovah’s Witness with a Unitarian? Somebody who comes and knocks on your door for no particular reason.” — Christopher Hitchens.

Many think myth is synonymous with fanciful or even false, but this doesn’t capture what makes a myth powerful, that is, what makes a myth “work.” A myth works only when it is thought to be truth. Ancient Greeks thought Hermes and Zeus were real and true; we moderns think we know