saw an AI-generated image of a ludicrously idealized 'sam bankman-fried' and it's made me very interested in examining the moneyboy fantasy of the young virile magnate with the chiseled jaw and the irreverent ease and the constant look of gentle wonder (yet of course never enough to undercut his dominant and self-evident intellect.) it feels like both the most boring form of aspirational fantasy and a self-imposed curse from the kind of mind that uses the phrase 'genetic lottery' at least once a day. a laser focus on one's own inadequacy in relation to this imaginary Worthy Man, feeding the deep and hungry vein of self-hating nihilism that underlies the psychology of the young conservative
I don't have a takeaway from this or anything, I am just a hungry ghost gorging myself on symptoms of human misery among those who try to disdain humanity + vulnerability + imperfection