My wife and I went out to dinner. We came home, sent the babysitter off, and my youngest boy, Henry, walks up to me: “Daddy!” He hugs me and presses his face so hard against mine to kiss me. He confuses the strength of his hug and kiss with how intensely he feels about you, so he presses so hard it hurts, because he is just so happy we returned. He is clapping his hands, jumping up and down, absolutely thrilled. His brother, on the other hand, did not say much, he has a flu, half-awake and half-asleep. But Henry always makes you feel so happy to come home.

Let her know what all the wise women realise, that a man is much more open to talking after sex.

Almost every marriage that's on the rocks could be saved if the couple would just have more and better sex. As little as 2x or 3x a week would restore the relationship.

“I feel like I never get a break. The cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, the kids needing something every minute, it never ends. I am always on duty, and no one sees how constant it is.” “I am tired of carrying everything for the family. Working long hours, paying every bill, fixing what breaks, keeping the house and yard in shape, handling the decisions and the pressure, it is relentless. I wake up knowing there is always another task waiting.” Women often express frustration about the repetitive nature of child care and domestic work, just as some men express frustration about the constant demands of providing, protecting, and leading. Both sets of complaints treat the cyclical nature of these roles as if repetition itself were a flaw. A healthier framing is that these responsibilities are privileges, not burdens. They are the core expressions of being a wife, a husband, a mother, or a father. Parenting is not endless. The period in which children need us daily is brief. They grow, they become independent, and the direct responsibilities fade far sooner than most people expect. The very tasks that feel monotonous are part of a short, irreplaceable window in which parents have maximum influence. To resent that window is to misunderstand its value. Far better to treasure it while it exists. Similarly, the care spouses provide to one another is not unilateral sacrifice. It is reciprocal exchange based on comparative strengths. Each person gives what he or she is naturally better at giving and receives what is needed in return. When understood properly, that exchange is not a drain but a source of stability, intimacy, and cooperation. The problem is not the work itself but the framing. Treating repeating duties as “endless drudgery” blinds people to the meaning embedded in them. Seeing those duties as privileges clarifies their purpose: a chance to build a family, support a spouse, shape children, and create continuity. The work repeats, but it does not imprison; it enriches us.

Thank you for bringing up parasites, I forgot that aspect.

It's not negative. It's just a description of reality. If you find reality objectionable, it's probably best you mute me, because that's what I'm talking about all the time.

"Why can groups of masculine men cooperate and form effective teams far easier than effeminate men, women or mixed groups?" - Question from a reader. Revoy’s Law: “Given sufficient time, truthful feedback from reality, and personal responsibility for consequences, honest masculine men will tend to converge on the same general conclusions about reality and the institutional conditions for sustainable human cooperation, regardless of their initial beliefs.” Revoy’s Corollary: “Under survival pressure, disparate men converge rapidly on masculine norms of hierarchy, enforcement, and direct coordination, because these are the only strategies that minimize death and maximize group success.” Short version: “Under threat, reality and responsibility, honest men converge.”

As I think about it, I remember the rest of that night. She was getting a bit winded when we danced and her friends were saying "be careful dancing with her she's sick". I thought she had a cold or something. She seemed so healthy. And too happy and beautiful to be dying. At the end of the night I asked her out. Told her I would go visit her in Quebec. She said "no" but immediately leaned into me and pressed her cheek against my neck, she clearly liked me. I was confused. Again the language barrier was an issue. Her friend translated, she said she wanted to date me but couldn't. I was confused. She couldn't because she was dying but it was not clear at the time. No one wanted to talk about it. Next day most of us from the dance went for breakfast. She was not there. She was too exhusted from the night before. I think that was when someone first clarified her health situation to me.

I was seventeen. At a dance. I met a girl with very short hair. Otherwise she was stunning. Black hair. Crystal blue eyes. Very light skin. French. I asked her to dance. Half way through the song I asked why her hair was so short. She said, I am going to die in six months or so. It did not click at first. She looked healthy. I did not understand what that had to do with her hair. We kept dancing. Over and over. I think two thirds of my dances that night were with her. I enjoyed her company. She was charming. Soft. Gentle. Beautiful. Kind. Sweet. French Canadian. There was a small language barrier. It did not matter. Her warmth came through. I met a few of her friends that night. I kept in touch with them for a couple of years. She had told the truth. She died a little over a year later. Cancer. Her hair was short because she had been through chemo. She was in that in-between period. Recovering. A little hair had grown back. I think about her from time to time, grateful for the few moments we enjoyed together. As hard as life can feel, we are still alive. She could have sat in sorrow complaining about her life. Instead, she chose a night with friends. A fancy dress party. Dancing. Being sweet. Being herself. She faced death with a stoic calm that puts many men to shame. She spoke of it as if it were nothing. No big deal. There is a lesson in that. It is hard to enjoy life if you focus on complaints. No matter how bad it gets, choose time with loved ones. Choose small joys. Choose what matters. Do that, and you will not only enjoy your life. However short it is, it will mean something.

>Write a clear thesis. Give it to the LLM. >Command it to clarify and steelman your claim. >Then command it to critique the claim. >Repeat the cycle until the idea survives attack. You will obtain the best results when you restrict the LLM to a defined grammar, domain, and standard of judgment.

Weak men trigger women’s fear response. Not necessarily fear that the man will hurt them, though even a weak man is typically stronger than the average woman, but fear that he will be a burden: an adult child they must care for. Women are genetically predisposed to follow up their fear with a strong disgust response to that level of uselessness. Women find useless men disgusting.

https://youtu.be/9k-nnDKza0I?si=uHFcIu0cIDna9wa6

What was your first memory of Bitcoin? In the very late 1990s, two ex-Apple engineers introduced me to the cypherpunk push for “digital coin” or “internet money.” They described a cash-like system for online commerce built on cryptography and proof-of-work, without banks. At the time PayPal did not yet solve cross-border payments, so the vision made sense. What I heard then matches the goals that Bitcoin later achieved, but it was part of the broader lineage that came first. We had some very cool conversations.

I like seeing ChatGPT "thinking". "User seems frustrated that I made the same mistake 15 times in a row..."

Which woman is more likely to get the kind of love, support, and help she wants from her husband, one who is sexually frigid, or one who is warm, open, inviting, and available to her husband? This should not be a hard calculation. You can figure out which woman is more likely to get what she wants. I am right on this. Every study on marital health points the same direction. My experience with hundreds of couples says I am right. My experience in my own marriage says I am right. More importantly, it is the obvious logical conclusion.

The higher a woman’s SMV, the more likely she is to marry up. The converse is also true. The women complaining that their boyfriends or husbands are deadbeats or earn less than them tend to be from the bottom half of the dating pool. This is a quality problem.

The people who succeed with “hacks”, in marriage, health, or making money, are the ones who already have a solid foundation. If your fundamentals are shaky, a hack gives a brief illusion of progress, then you crash back to baseline or worse. Fix the fundamentals first; everything else flows from there.