The Meme-Washing of RFK Jr.

Mar. 24th, 2026 07:30 am
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Posted by Nicholas Florko

Millions of people have watched Robert F. Kennedy Jr. body-slam a man dressed up as a Twinkie. In an AI-generated video that Kennedy posted to X last week, he walks into a wrestling ring—shirtless, shredded, wearing his signature blue jeans. His opponent is smiling and holding a sign that reads I ♥️ Junk Food before Kennedy plants his foot into the Twinkie’s chest and suplexes the oversize treat into the mat. After a barrage of punches, kicks, and throws—all set to a Limp Bizkit song—the 72-year-old flexes his muscles while flames shoot out around him.

America’s health secretary has been on a meme blitz. Last month, the real-life Kennedy stripped down to his jeans to pump iron, cold plunge, and drink whole milk with Kid Rock. Thanks to AI, Kennedy has also been depicted as a character in the Nintendo game Super Smash Bros. who launches a frosted donut into oblivion, and as an action figure complete with “waterproof jeans” who protects kids from artificial food dyes. On Christmas Eve, Kennedy posted an AI-generated clip in which he calls Santa Claus to persuade him to put down the cookies, jump on the treadmill, and start chugging whole milk.

The memes are PSAs made for the TikTok age. Many of them explicitly mention Kennedy’s new slogan: “Eat real food.” They are absurd, juvenile, and, one has to acknowledge, pretty funny in their commitment to the bit. Many politicians have turned to memes to spread their message in ways that come off as embarrassing or out of touch (Hillary Clinton once urged her fans to Pokémon Go to the polls”). But Kennedy—or his team, at least—seems to recognize the advantages of being in on the joke. A crusading 72-year-old with a six-pack, let alone one who works out in jeans, makes for prime internet silliness.

The recent memes are reportedly conceived of and made by a group of young staffers. Liam Nahill, Kennedy’s 26-year-old digital director, had a donut slapped out of his hand by Mike Tyson for one video. The approach is especially notable in the context of the Trump administration’s broader hunt for virality. The White House and other agencies have leaned into using social media to double down on the president’s antagonistic messaging—attacking opponents and making cruel jokes about volatile political issues such as war and mass deportations. The White House’s official X account has recently tried to promote the war in Iran by splicing footage of missile strikes with clips from Call of Duty and Wii Sports. Last year, the White House shared the image of a sobbing immigrant in handcuffs and turned it into an AI cartoon; Border Patrol posted a video of immigrants in shackles set to the song “Closing Time.”

[Read: The gleeful cruelty of the White House X account]

Kennedy’s memes, while over-the-top, offer a much more sanitized message: Be healthy. (At least, as far as Kennedy would define healthiness.) “The tonality of it doesn’t have quite the same emphasis on dominance, control, and fear,” Donald Moynihan, a professor at the University of Michigan who has written about the Trump administration’s approach to social media, told me. The memes are clearly invested in portraying Kennedy as an avuncular, larger-than-life cartoon hero. The health secretary moonlights as a falconer and follows a “carnivore diet.” In January, the HHS X account wished Kennedy a happy birthday by posting a photo of him cutting into a steak adorned with birthday candles. In the meme of Kennedy as an action figure, he changes from a suit into jeans to go rescue a peregrine falcon.

What Kennedy’s memes are not addressing is telling. Since taking office, Kennedy has attempted to dramatically rejigger America’s vaccine system. Though those efforts have recently been met with legal resistance, the result has been a kind of vaccine purgatory, in which it’s unclear who exactly is setting the country’s immunization policy. Kennedy’s meme campaign is happening at the same time that the Trump administration is reportedly trying to rein in the secretary’s anti-vaccine advocacy ahead of the midterm elections. Late last year, a prominent Republican pollster published a memo stating that “vaccine skepticism is bad politics.” It’s likely not a coincidence that there are no HHS memes about measles or autism.

Emily Hilliard, an HHS spokesperson, did not answer questions about strategies to divert attention away from Kennedy’s anti-vaccine efforts. “Secretary Kennedy is the most-followed Cabinet Secretary in the Administration across all platforms,” Hilliard told me in an email. “Our content is designed to reach broader audiences, meet people where they are, and reinforce practical, everyday steps.”

While Kennedy’s anti-vaccine views remain unpopular, his critiques of the food supply have broad bipartisan support. A February poll found that nearly 70 percent of Americans think the government should do more to discourage unhealthy eating. On that front, however, Kennedy and his team haven’t actually accomplished much. The health secretary came into office pledging to “end the chronic-disease epidemic,” but several of the policies he promised—such as removing ultra-processed foods from school lunch—are not even within his purview as health secretary. In a YouTube video posted shortly before he was picked to lead HHS, Kennedy decried the fact that America hadn’t yet banned certain artificial food dyes, promising that “President Trump and I are going to stop the mass poisoning of American children.” Instead of eradicating synthetic food dyes, which is within his purview as health secretary, Kennedy has focused on using his bully pulpit to pressure food companies to voluntarily remove them.

[Read: America’s convenience-store conundrum]

Amid prodding from the secretary, some food companies have said they will do so, but many of those pledges do not go into effect until next year or later. Doritos is one the few brands that has already introduced dye-free versions of its chips, and yet the company also still sells the bright-orange version. Although the administration has also released new dietary guidelines, telling people to “eat real food” and getting them to actually do so are separate challenges entirely.

This middling progress—the actual work of government, of public service—is obscured by Kennedy’s online persona. Twinkies might still be on supermarket shelves, but the health secretary will meme his way to the notion that he is laying the smackdown on the junk-food industry nonetheless.

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Mar. 23rd, 2026 11:52 pm
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Austin is over for his usual Monday datenight, made harder by both of us being very _very_ worn out.

(the weather is not helping. the fascism definitely not)

We had a little bit of a "blaaaah what do" and then Austin asked "what do you want to do" and I paused a long while and admitted that what I wanted to do was play video games and not think. And so he pointed out that Slay the Spire 2 has just come out in early release and maybe we could try it? I hemmed a little (I don't like the idea of playing games in early release) and we read some of the literature, and I decided "sure, let's give it a shot".

(I still have steambux from my da, and certainly Slay the Spire original is one of those games that I have put a staggering number of hours into1 so I do not at all begrudge giving the makers another round of dollarbux in thanks)

And so we went ahead and hit play and cooperated and chatted and balanced our different playstyles and charged on through. And won! We won very satisfyingly, by mostly creating a good deck vibe (all combos around casting vulnerable) and then immediately blowing that up when given a super powerful artifact at the end of act II.

It was a really lovely balance between "this is extremely familiar" and "this is new and exciting". It's very funny playing my obsessive games with other people, because like, I don't think of myself as being an expert in this game or anything, but I suppose yes, I do immediately know what the cards do or which cards are new. There's definitely some intriguing new options popping up and I look forward to doing some replay.

The timeline is going to be absolutely lovely to find out more about --I like me a little bit of explicit lore sometimes! I mean, I do enjoy the scraps and fragments of the story that you get in the first game, but it's _so_ barebones sometimes that there's nothing really to hang onto.

And it's nice that being cozy and silly and collaborative was able to really turn my mood around at least, and hopefully Austin's as well. Now I can go to sleep feeling a little bit better about my universe (in which my last two workdays were 9.5(today) and 12.5(Fri) hours of active work, and the rest of the week is not looking milder.)

The world is bad but sometimes escapism can be quite nice! Especially when done in good company! I hope you are finding some of that too.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: According to a quick skim of my steam library:

1st place: Crypt of the Necrodancer, 631.5 hours
2nd place: Slay the Spire, 416.8 hours
3rd place: Stardew Valley, 388.9 hours2
4th place: Heroes of Might and Magic III, 324.8 hours3
5th place: Rogue Legacy - 293 hours

In summation, I am not a _broad_ video game player, I am a _deep_ video game player. This is why I am still running through the steambux from my da from two years ago, I just don't buy games very much.

2: Please do not observe that the first time I played this game was like, end of May 2025. The rest of these times are on much longer timeframes (like, multiple years apiece).

3: Heroes should be much higher, there's been lots of times where I've owned this through GoG and emulators not through steam, and I should get that set up again because I miss having phoenixes (and the Steam version doesn't have the expansions, sigh.) It's basically been incomplete playing since I switched away from my mac, so like, since 2019 since I've played it "proper".

Effortscaffolding: a Guide

Mar. 22nd, 2026 11:50 pm
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Posted by slimemoldtimemold

This April will see the return of Inkhaven, a blogging residency program where you have to write and publish at least 500 words a day, every day, for a whole month, or they feed you to the hounds kick you out. As bloggers who mostly write 10,000-plus-word effortposts, this format is both fascinating and alienating to us. We’ve never written only 500 words in our lives.

While Inkhaven has been a big success, the format isn’t naturally conducive to effortposts (long, detailed, well-researched posts that clearly took significant time and effort to write). For example, consider this reflection from one resident, Amanda From Bethlehem

I came to Lighthaven with a draft folder full of half-finished pieces that I wanted to take across the finish line. A lot of them were effortposts that needed extensive revisions. I struggle with procrastination and perfectionism, so I figured that Inkhaven would be the perfect environment for me.

The problem with effortposts is that they took a long time to write. Even if I already had a draft. Especially if I already had a draft, which I showed to Scott Alexander during his Office Hours, and he (very politely) ripped it to shreds right before my eyes, and then I had to completely re-write it.

If you’re interested in doing the next Inkhaven, don’t expect to get very many effortposts out the door.

This was a frequent comment. A post of ~500 words is good practice and builds important skills, like finishing and shipping, but many of the best and most famous blog posts are effortposts. Many people would like to write or finish more of them, it’s a natural aspiration. One of the organizers, Ben Pace, even considered in his retrospective the idea of a “Weekhaven”:

What might a ‘Weekhaven’ look like?

  • Each week, you write a single, 3,500+ word effortpost
  • Writers could spend whole days reading and doing research, without writing.
  • It would have more narrative arc to the week. Currently an idea is brought up today, discussed, and published same day. In Weekhaven, they’d get feedback on it multiple times at different levels of development.
  • Editing would be more of a process; you could take a finished essay and restructure it, or re-write whole sections.

But there may not be a need for such a drastic change in format. After all, even great works are produced in smaller chunks. Robert Caro, who produces biographies of truly monumental length, aims for a mere 1,000 words per day, as seen on this calendar: 

So here’s a suggestion for how to produce effortposts while still getting 500 words out the door every day no problem. We call it effortscaffolding.  

Each day, wake up and work on your effortpost until a specific time, let’s say 5 pm. After that point, no more working on your effortpost. Instead, write a reflection about what you did that day and where the piece is at. This will almost certainly come to 500 words. If you’re a programmer, think of it as a slightly long git commit, a snapshot of the effortpost at that point in time. That’s your post for the day, publish it.

Or if you prefer, you can start the day by writing about the current state of the effortpost, and what you plan to work on that day. This will also almost certainly come to 500 words, and you can publish that. Or write and publish both.

If you’re really stuck, write the reflection as an email to a friend who’s interested in the topic. Or pull them up on Discord and literally tell them about it until you reach 500 words. Have them ask you questions about the project to draw out more ideas. (Or just write 500 words of questions to yourself.) Then copy your Discord messages into a document and publish that. Boom, done. 

This concept is also a nice fit for Inkhaven because of the “firehose problem”. One post of >500 words a day creates a real firehose of writing, and even if they truly adore you, most readers don’t want to get 30 emails in one month. So Inkhaven suggested you could choose to only send a small number of your posts as email updates, and not send the others. 

These scaffolding posts would be good ones not to send. Only true diehard readers will want to see them, and anyone who does choose to read them will get the pleasure of living slightly in the future, knowing about the effortpost before it drops. 

It’s not even a waste of prose, because you can mine your daily reflections for material and roll that into the effortpost itself. If you have one big idea that you want to think about, or one big problem that you want to solve, you can write 500-word posts about the idea/problem all month long and then stitch ‘em together at the end.

Honestly, effortscaffolding might be good practice for effortposts in general. A daily roadmap and/or reflection will probably help you think about the effortpost more clearly. The sense of progress is good for morale. And people love dev diaries. Plus they’re just interesting artifacts.

Ironically, this might be one of our posts closest to 500 words.

Varsity!

Mar. 21st, 2026 11:58 am
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This time a week ago I was on the ice with fellow Cambridge alumni for "Alumni game 1", kicking off Varsity. Photos (from one of my Warbirds teammates!) that actually make me look good are over at my hockey insta but here's my personal favourite, capturing a moment in motion:

Rachel in University of Cambridge ice hockey kit, knees bent and stick in the air

After about an hour on the ice (2 periods running clock, 4 lines), I had a quick shower, and then spent the next ten or so hours mostly on my feet, doing music and announcements for my Huskies teammates, and scoresheet and in-game announcements for Women's Blues and Men's Blues. Final scores were:

  • Alumni game 1: 1-1
  • Alumni game 2: not sure, but we won
  • Huskies: 3-8
  • Women's Blues: 0-1
  • Men's Blues: 5-1

The alumni games were a great vibe: we cared, but it wasn't that intense. A whole load of the women I played with in 2022-23 came back, and for me that was really joyful, plus I got to make some new friends. A couple of the older guys in game 1 had played with my old work colleague Brian Omotani back in the day. Although he didn't play, he was there to watch, and he made time to come and find me for a brief catchup later in the day.

The rest of the day though was a different gear. The Huskies game was especially tough to watch, and I felt every goal against my teammates. The Women's Blues game was incredible, the team worked so hard and it was probably the best I've seen them play. And the Men's Blues winning so decisively was delightful, especially as the first goal came from one of the two ex-Huskies (and they both got an assist each later). The whole day was incredibly intense. And then I took my kit home to hang it up, changed, met up with everyone at Mash, danced until the club closed, went to Maccies (and realised just how much my feet hurt) until that closed, and sat on a bench gossiping with two of my favourite people in the club while one of them finished his burger. Eventually we all cycled home. I didn't want the day to end, but I had things to do on Sunday.

That is, very nearly, the end of the season with just the Nationals weekends in Sheffield to go. We've finished the league games, we've had Varsity, we're shifting to "summer ice" open practices, and even had the very last "S&C" gym session on Thursday this week. Some people will graduate and leave soon, and I will miss them so much, but I am so grateful for this university season and the time I've had with these wonderful people.

Cat ...

Mar. 20th, 2026 10:10 pm
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... Make better choices.


Yellface went into Mila's room, hid under a table, beefed with Mila in some fashion, and was hauled ignominiously out.


As for me, my rescheduled retina appointment went fine. Some of the issues have cleared up. Prognosis very good. I had to transfer between power chair and clinic chair three times. As I told them on the final occasion: I have a bad knee and a worse knee. Trying CBD ointment in addition to Voltaren, on the advice of my now-former primary care. (And I know who my new primary care is going to be, yay.)

It's possible that my retina appointments this year are cursed. On the last attempt, my car was so low on battery that it died at an intersection and there was a whole drama with a guy who scared the whole block and tried to open my car door. This time we got there okay, but Belovedest suffered a flat tire while out with [personal profile] alexseanchai later in the day. This wrapped up with Thorn having to come rescue that Toaster with a wrench that actually fit the nuts. (Cue penis measuring jokes.)

She's Recovering

Mar. 19th, 2026 08:34 pm
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Elle's operation went well. She's having no pain, but she's also mentioned good drugs.

As suggested, we're communicating via text or via Kay.
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Posted by Bill Gifford

Cold-­water bathing has a long history as a health hack. The ancient Greeks and Romans partook to treat fevers. Eighteenth-­century mental institutions employed a tactic called the bain de surprise, suddenly dunking their patients in cold water to jolt them out of their depression or psychosis. (Some doctors aimed to wet only the head to cure “hot brain.”) Last year, Mehmet Oz, the celebrity doctor who is now the head of Medicaid and Medicare, posted an Instagram video of himself in a one-man ice bath, promoting it as a possible boon for immunity and longevity. “Maybe you affect how the mitochondria work,” he says, before dunking his head into the bath and then flipping his hair as “Careless Whisper” plays in the background.

Maybe. Certainly the plunge has a bit of logic behind it. Cold exposure dampens inflammation, which can contribute to a person’s risk of heart disease and cancer. In nature, some very long-lived animals, such as the bowhead whale (lifespan: about 200 years) and the Greenland shark (500 years) basically cold plunge for their entire life. In fact, cold water does seem to provide some benefits for humans as well—just not the ones that Oz and other wellness enthusiasts most loudly promote.

Cold-­plunge partisans claim, for instance, that cold exposure activates “brown fat,” a special type of fat tissue that burns energy to generate heat. Activating this fat is said to convey almost-magical health benefits, reducing the risk of diabetes and other chronic diseases. Casey Means, President Trump’s pick to be surgeon general, pointed to brown fat when explaining to her followers why she’s come to “LOVE cold plunges” in a 2024 Instagram post. Unfortunately, most adults typically have only a few grams of brown fat, so any beneficial effect from activating it is likely quite small. Even a study of Wim Hof, the Dutch health guru nicknamed “The Iceman” who helped popularize ice bathing, proved disappointing: Using fMRI and other imaging techniques, researchers found that his brown-fat activation after a session of his Wim Hof Method (breathing exercises plus extended cold plunging) was “unremarkable.” (In an email to The Atlantic, Hof acknowledged that brown fat is not primarily responsible for warming the body in cold environments, but said that his breathing techniques support muscular activity that functions as a “physiological radiator.” He did not elaborate on the health effects of said muscular activity or cold plunging more generally.)

[Read: How cold can a living body get?]

Cold plunging has also been touted as a workout-recovery tactic. It took off after Paula Radcliffe, once the fastest women’s marathoner of all time, told BBC Sport in 2002 that post-race ice baths were her secret weapon. Michael Phelps and LeBron James have carried the torch, and photos of pained athletes sitting in icy tubs have become a social-­media staple, spreading the practice to the common gym goer. Last month, Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. posted a workout video (co-starring Kid Rock) in which he does push-ups and rides an exercise bike in a sauna, then does a cold plunge in his jeans. (HHS did not return a request for comment.) Although a handful of studies suggest that cold-­water immersion may help reduce feelings of muscle soreness after exercise, it also seems capable of limiting your gains. Some studies have shown that cold-­water immersion immediately after resistance exercise ­reduces gains in muscle size and strength. One 2015 study found that cold plunging after resistance training reduced muscle growth by 20 percent.

Cold plunging has grown so popular that it seems to be almost mandatory at many North American sauna establishments. In some, guides wield timers and even whistles to ensure that patrons realize the full health benefits of “contrast therapy,” moving from a hot sauna to an icy-cold plunge and back again. But research suggests that the hot part of contrast therapy ­may be more helpful for muscle health and exercise gains, and that intermittent cold plunging may even neuter those benefits. For example, the cardiovascular and cellular benefits of heat adaptation typically take place when the core body temperature reaches about 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit. But many contrast-therapy regimens march their adherents into a cold plunge immediately after the hot sauna, which pulls their core temperature down before it can rise to the sweet spot. The current trend in the NBA, for instance, is to toggle between 15-minute infrared-sauna sessions and three frigid minutes of plunge.

In fact, recent research suggests that heat alone is a better exercise-recovery tool than ice or cold water. A 2017 clinical trial had volunteers perform an hour of “exhaustive” arm-cycling intervals (think stationary bikes but with handheld cranks instead of pedals). They recovered far better from this ordeal when their arms were warmed rather than cooled. In yet another study, researchers found that cold-­water immersion did nothing for subjects with laboratory-­induced muscle damage, whereas warm water speeded healing and reduced soreness. Perhaps that’s because warm water (or a warm sauna) opens blood vessels, increasing blood flow to the tired or injured muscles. It also activates heat-shock proteins, which repair damaged cells. Cold water, however, does the opposite—constricting blood flow, blunting repair mechanisms, and making muscles and connective tissue less elastic.

[Read: How did healing ourselves get so exhausting?]

Even the doctor who popularized the RICE injury-recovery protocol in the 1970s—­rest, ice, compression, and elevation—­has recanted the “ice” part, after it became clear that inhibiting inflammation can also inhibit healing. In the 2010s, researchers found that transient inflammation created by exercise (and other short-term stressors) acts as a signaling mechanism that helps marshal the body’s own healing response, while also spurring the strength and endurance improvements brought on by exercise.

Still, many if not most of the published studies on cold plunging, including those that undermine its hype, are quite small, with 20 subjects or fewer, the large majority of whom were healthy, fit young men likely volunteering for studies at universities they attended. Relatively few subjects were female, or old enough to be president. These studies also tended to be short-­term, sometimes involving only a single ice bath or hot-­water-­immersion session. And for obvious reasons, carrying out a truly blind study of cold (or heat) exposure is impossible.

The popularity of cold plunging may come down to the simple truth that it makes some adherents feel good. In the only truly large-­scale cold-water study, done in the Netherlands, researchers told more than 3,000 people to take cold showers. They ranged in age from 18 to 65, and they were randomized to end their usual daily shower with 30, 60, or 90 seconds of cold water for a month. The study wasn’t designed to measure brown-fat activation or muscle recovery, but it did reveal that the cold showerers missed about 30 percent fewer workdays than a control group who took only hot showers every day. Both groups reported the same number of total illness days—but for whatever reason, the cold showerers seemed more motivated to go into work.

The amazing thing about this study, however, was that many of the subjects voluntarily continued with the cold showers after the initial 30-day study period expired—although they, presumably, were no longer being compensated for participating in the study. This may speak to why some people swear by cold plunges and showers with an almost-religious fervor. They get hooked.

“That sudden fall in skin temperature releases quite a lot of stress hormones, and ends up releasing serotonin. So you get a feel-good factor,” Mike Tipton, a professor of extreme physiology at the University of Portsmouth who has studied cold-water immersion for decades, told me. “It’s the thing that makes you feel alive.” Perhaps the most consistent reported benefit of cold-water exposure is its effect on mood and mental health. People do it because, for some reason, it makes them feel better.

I struggle with cold plunging, mostly because I dislike cold water and pain, and being hounded into doing things. To me, a plunge usually feels best when it is over. I began to see the appeal only after a 2024 experience at Sauna Days, an eclectic gathering that’s like a music festival, but with wood-burning saunas instead of bands, held near the shores of Lake Superior, the deepest, rockiest, and coldest of the Great Lakes. I was initially happy to sleep through the early-morning swims that most other attendees were partaking in—I was there for the saunas—but eventually, the combination of a sunny day, the coaching of a friend, and latent FOMO led me to the water. At the rocky shore, I gingerly waded in and squatted, keeping my hands and, crucially, my nipples out of the 43-degree water. To my surprise, I felt relief rather than pain, as I unloaded all of that pent-­up sauna heat into the chilly lake water. I dunked myself neck-­deep and let out a deep, satisfying sigh.

Submerged in Lake Superior, I realized that viewing cold plunging as so many of its champions suggested—through the lens of health optimization, as a purely physical practice wrapped in bro science—had been a mistake. That wasn’t it at all. It was really more about changing your mental state, knocking you out of whatever spiral you happen to be stuck in—­rather like a bain de surprise. (To be fair to Oz, he mentions this upside too: Plunging is a reminder, he says, that “your mind is strong and your body can keep up.”)

My second mistake had been to think of plunging as a purely solo activity. My Instagram Reels are replete with longevity bros (and babes) dunking themselves in one-person cold plunges that resemble high-design coffins. But I found that the cold was much easier to take with company, which turned it into a bonding experience, as opposed to ritual self-punishment. I had to admit, splashing around in water cold enough to induce hypothermia had a certain thrill. I felt a little naughty. And I felt even better when I got out.

This article has been adapted from Bill Gifford’s forthcoming book, Hotwired: How The Hidden Power of Heat Makes Us Stronger.

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Mar. 18th, 2026 10:50 pm
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I slept like garbage and it has given all of today a weird vibe.

Okay, actually today was reasonable decent in the actual day of it all. My classes seemed to go well! Students were doing mostly working at their own paces, but also they were actually doing that! I spent my prep knitting, which is not like 100% most effective work choice, but felt good to be doing and is scads better than playing phone games.

And then we had our geometry team meeting with our department head to review our midterm data and talk about things for the future and I got as close as I ever have to crying in front of my boss. Frustration, mostly. It was normal levels of annoying work bullshit until we got to the point where it was like "maybe next year we have a hard deadline of end of q2 [instead of doing the midterm in q3 like we have the last couple years]". And so I ask "would my [SpEd] inclusion classes be expected to take the exact same midterm?" and boss is all "obvs yes" at which point like.......

...I literally cannot teach the Inclusion classes the exact same curriculum at the exact same pace as the mainstream Geometry classes. We are "only" about a week behind right now, but that's because me and my co-teacher have been extremely thoughtful about what we can cut out of each unit and then doing so. The classes just pace slower in general, compounded by needing to spend more time reviewing algebra skills, compounded by needing to spend more time on classroom management and norm-setting and behavior stuff.

So like. Either I give them a midterm where they do piss because they haven't learned some of the stuff being covered, or I give them a midterm where they all do piss because I've rushed everything so fast they can't actually learn it. "oh but you should have high standards of rigor for your students" _yes that's the problem_. If I didn't give a shit if my kids actually learned the material I could get through this stuff snaps easy.

It's just another step on a whole fuck of bullshit we've been having all year(s). Somehow I will make it work, I'm sure. (but first I must...1).

So the end of my work day had me all verklempt and off-kilter, and unfortunately equity team did not really fix the problem (some weeks it is the best meeting I attend, some weeks it's more focused on the depressing business of dragging the rest of the school kicking and screaming into being anti-racist. The work is always good, but sometimes it's more draining than others.)

Played a bunch of phone games. Did not adequetely prep for tomorrow, by which I mean, did fuck_all_ at the school. Gave up at 6 and came home and did manage to bully myself into a PowerHour which helped. I reread the Adventures of Blue Avenger and did a wee bit more knitting and then ate dinner. Played some Stardew after. Now I'm writing these so I can go off to bed in a maybe-timely manner.

I hope you are well and that tomorrow is better for us all (I always hope this second part). I love you.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: It occurs to me that this essay might actually be worth opening up in the tab next to Good Girls Aren't Here and just having both of them permanent features of my computer. I certainly reference it often enough.

A New Level of Vaccine Purgatory

Mar. 18th, 2026 11:50 am
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Posted by Katherine J. Wu

On Monday, a federal judge issued a preliminary ruling with a harsh reprimand for the Trump administration: You’ve done this vaccine stuff all wrong.

The Trump administration likely broke the law, the judge’s 45-page decision argued, when it dismissed and abruptly reconstituted the CDC’s expert vaccine-advisory panel last June, stacking the committee with members who have aggressively questioned the safety of vaccines. Top health officials also probably acted illegally, the ruling said, when they made sweeping alterations to the nation’s childhood-immunization schedule in January, without the input of their own, remade panel.

If the decision becomes final, it stands to all but wipe away a year’s worth of vaccine-policy change at the CDC. The judge’s ruling calls for staying “all votes taken” by the panel since Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. remade it—essentially resetting the United States’ vaccine-policy clock to early 2025. But the ruling remains preliminary, and the Trump administration has already hinted at its intent to appeal. Andrew Nixon, the deputy assistant secretary for media relations at HHS, did not respond to a request for comment, but he told reporters this week that “HHS looks forward to this judge’s decision being overturned just like his other attempts to keep the Trump administration from governing.”

Since the Trump administration took office, states and professional medical societies have broken with the CDC, vaccine recommendations have splintered, and trust in federal health agencies, especially in their vaccine advice, has plunged. This latest ruling shifts the nature of the United States’ vaccine chaos, but the turmoil is far from done: Lawyers and judges could be arguing for months over who has the authority to set U.S. vaccine policy.

As things stand, the CDC’s national immunization schedule—and the primary committee that shapes it—is in a kind of purgatory. The current roster of the panel, the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices (ACIP), should never have come to exist at all, the judge wrote, because it violated the Administrative Procedure Act: When Kennedy fired all 17 of the panel’s former members last spring and replaced them with a more vaccine-skeptical group, he eschewed the “rigorous screening that had been the hallmark of ACIP member selection for decades.” Kennedy’s ACIP, the ruling says, may also fail to fulfill a requirement of the Federal Advisory Committee Act, which calls for the membership of such panels to have “balanced” points of view. The ruling temporarily suspended the appointment of 13 of the 15 current ACIP members, most of whom lack “meaningful experience in vaccines,” the judge wrote. (The other two members were appointed in late February, after the plaintiffs filed their motion, and so were excluded from the decision.) As a result, the panel has been forced to postpone a meeting originally scheduled for this week.

All of that effectively leaves the U.S. without the advisory group that has most influentially shaped American vaccine policy for the past 60 years. “There is no functioning ACIP as of now,” Richard Hughes IV, a lawyer for the plaintiffs, told me. The nation has never been so suddenly stripped of its vaccine advisers, with no backup plan. Experts told me they’re unsure who, if anyone, will advise the CDC on its recommendations for vaccines in the coming months, when the agency might need to weigh in on brand-new immunizations against diseases that have so far lacked them, as well as as this fall’s slate of vaccines against COVID and flu, which are typically reformulated annually to keep up with viral evolution.

In theory, Kennedy or the CDC director—a position temporarily held by Jay Bhattacharya, who also leads the National Institutes of Health—could simply make a unilateral decision about future vaccine recommendations. But the judge also faulted Jim O’Neill, the CDC’s previous acting director, for doing exactly that in January, when O’Neill signed a memo announcing major changes to the agency’s immunization schedule that downgraded recommendations for several vaccines at once, without seeking ACIP’s advice. “The CDC cannot simply bypass ACIP in altering the immunization schedules,” the judge wrote. And because part of the judge’s ruling criticized the hurried way in which the current ACIP was assembled, Kennedy might have a difficult time summoning a fresh panel to replace most of his picks on short notice.

In the lawsuit that led to this week’s ruling, the plaintiffs—which include major medical groups, such as the American Academy of Pediatrics and the Infectious Diseases Society of America—challenged three of ACIP’s votes over the past year in particular. Last summer, on the advice of an anti-vaccine activist, the panel voted to stop recommending the use of flu vaccines containing thimerosal, a preservative with a proven safety record. In September, it opted to downgrade what was once a universal recommendation for COVID vaccines to guidance that Americans first consult a health-care provider. Then, in December, it voted to rescind a long-standing recommendation that all newborns receive a hepatitis-B vaccine, a change that health experts fear could cause cases of severe liver complications to skyrocket.

But if the ruling actually stays “all votes” taken by Kennedy’s ACIP, it could also undo moves the panel has made that are very much in line with what other versions of ACIP have or would have done, Dorit Reiss, a vaccine-law expert at UC Law San Francisco, told me. For example, the committee recommended the 2025–26 flu vaccines for all Americans six months and older, as it has done in years prior. It also recommended a new monoclonal antibody that can protect babies against RSV, the leading cause of infant hospitalization in the U.S., and qualified the shot for the Vaccines for Children program, which helps immunizations reach underinsured families. If those decisions are canceled, coverage for families that have relied on those shots could be compromised.

For now, the decision may accomplish more symbolically than it does practically. It holds that evidence and proper procedure are key to formulating vaccine policy in the United States. But the actions of both the Trump administration and the judge suggest that the government is still conflicted over just how crucial ACIP is. Kennedy and his allies have taken great care to fill the panel with people whose views align with theirs, a tacit endorsement of ACIP’s importance; at the same time, they have made some of their largest modifications to the national immunization schedule without the committee’s input. The judge’s ruling, too, emphasized the influence of ACIP, noting that the committee is the only body that can determine which immunizations qualify under Vaccines for Children—even as it has frozen ACIP’s ability to act for the foreseeable future.

The ruling does not erase, or even much lessen, the deep sense of unease over vaccine decision making in this country that has resulted from the past year of haphazard changes; if anything, a prolonged legal battle could further diminish public trust, Grace Lee, a former chair of the advisory committee and a pediatrician at Stanford, told me. Kennedy, O’Neill, and other administration officials have repeatedly cited a goal of restoring public trust when modifying the nation’s vaccine recommendations. But one recent poll found that trust in the CDC had dropped since the start of the second Trump administration, and that fewer than half of respondents now trust the agency at least “a fair amount” to provide reliable information on vaccines. Several professional medical societies, including the American Academy of Pediatrics, have broken away from CDC vaccine advice; “no serious health-care provider looks to ACIP anymore for advice,” Noel Brewer, a vaccine-behavior expert at the University of North Carolina’s Gillings School of Global Public Health whom Kennedy dismissed from ACIP last year, told me. Dozens of states have declared that they’re no longer following the CDC on vaccines, either. Americans, in effect, have been left with all too many options for whom to listen to about vaccines.

Even if court proceedings eventually revert the country’s immunization schedule to a version of what it was about a year ago—and even if the administration reverts ACIP to its typical process of rigorously vetting members—the U.S. will still be far from its previous vaccine status quo. Vaccination depends not just on the governing bodies that issue recommendations about shots, but also on Americans’ willingness to heed that advice—a far harder shift to reset.

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Posted by Alexandra Moe

At the turn of the 20th century, a sporty American woman would have had relatively few arenas to test her skill: croquet, maybe, or archery, or basketball played gently in an ankle-length skirt. Public displays of aggression were almost universally condemned, and colliding was especially unsavory. To avoid it, women’s-basketball competitions prohibited “snatching” the ball until the 1960s.

Although men’s and women’s sports generally follow the same fundamental objectives today—stealing the basketball is a smart tactic in anyone’s game—physical contact in women’s sports remains controversial. When Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese exchange elbows in the WNBA, outrage and concern inevitably follow. Meanwhile, NBA players sparring over the ball, or NHL players outright brawling, is typically treated as business as usual.

And yet, girls seem to be more interested than ever in contact. Ice hockey, rugby, and football (of the tackle, seven-on-seven, and flag varieties) are all among the fastest-growing sports for teenage girls. And at American high schools last academic year, more girls played on teams for wrestling than field hockey, gymnastics, or dance.

A high schooler today can join any number of sports teams, including, in some districts, rodeo or bass fishing. Basketball and soccer remain among the most-played girls’ team sports, and typically the first ones that girls play at a young age, Karissa Niehoff, the CEO of the National Federation of State High School Associations, told me. But by high school, not everyone can make the basketball or soccer team, and private leagues can be both competitive and expensive. That leaves a deep bench of untapped players for newer and less conventional sports—bass fishing, yes, but also roller hockey, flag football, and, for girls, sports that traditionally haven’t allowed them to play.

[Read: What’s lost when only rich kids play sports]

Girls’ participation in such sports is growing so quickly in part because it’s starting from a small denominator. But they also seem to offer girls something that traditional options don’t. Some are particularly welcoming to beginners: They take all comers, are relatively affordable, and consume less time than other popular sports. Flag-football games last about 40 minutes—half the time of a typical soccer game—and practice usually precedes the game, making scheduling relatively easy.

Many high-growth sports appeal to a rising cultural sense that women and girls can—and should—bulk up. Girls drop sports at twice the rate of boys, and nearly half cite body-image concerns for doing so. “Thin to win” narratives are still deeply embedded in certain sports, such as long-distance running and Nordic skiing, Nicole LaVoi, the director of the University of Minnesota’s Tucker Center for Research on Girls and Women in Sport, told me. In wrestling, too, competitors sometimes resort to unhealthy strategies to stay in a given weight class. But in flag football and rugby, this preoccupation is largely irrelevant. Flag is about agility; several players I spoke with lift weights to help them achieve faster, more explosive movement. A girl interested in playing football 10 years ago may have been teased for being too masculine, LaVoi said. But the popularity of girls’-football programs today suggests that Americans are more likely to accept that a middle-school girl can be a linebacker.

Flag football, which has seen particularly steep growth over the past five years among teen girls, is technically a noncontact sport, which is part of what makes it appeal to safety-conscious parents of both boys and girls; the NFL started promoting it heavily in the past decade, when youth participation in tackle football was declining amid concerns about concussions. But it is viscerally physical: Players dive for catches and tumble into one another as they pull flags. It’s notable that girls are seeking out this sort of play at a time when so much of adolescent socialization happens over screens. Research from the Women’s Sports Foundation shows that social connection and friendship are the main reasons girls play sports.

[Read: You’ll become a fan of these strange, fierce girls]

Evelyn, a 13-year-old linebacker on a flag-football team in Washington, D.C., told me that flag football’s culture is “nicer” than the culture of the softball, lacrosse, baseball, and swimming teams she’d previously joined and then left. When she joined the flag team, she had an easier time bonding with her teammates, she said. “When I make a good flag pull, my team immediately surrounds me—like I did something good. I did it for my team.” Other sports that put kids in close physical proximity are associated with their own social benefits. For example, a recent study of Turkish adolescent boys found that wrestling may improve psychological resilience, not just because athletes become more physically dominant, but also because the close physical encounters require sustained attention and emotional control, which may promote self-regulation.

Contact sports may lead more girls to play team sports of any kind—something they could benefit from for the rest of their lives. Girls who play sports throughout childhood tend to have better physical health in adulthood compared with those who never played or dropped out. Kids who play sports are likely to experience better mental health, stronger friendships, higher confidence, more positive body image, and superior academic achievement, according to research from the Tucker Center. In a 2014 survey of 400 female corporate executives, 94 percent had played a sport. Sally Roberts, the CEO of the nonprofit Wrestle Like a Girl, credits her high-school wrestling career with setting her up for success elsewhere in life: She was the first in her family to graduate high school and college, and became a three-time national wrestling champion. The growth of more gladiatorial girls’ sports has been successful enough that professional leagues are starting to make long-term investments in them. Several NHL teams sponsor girls’ ice-hockey clinics and camps. In December, the NFL announced it was developing a professional flag-football league for women.   

[From the April 2025 issue: Why aren’t women allowed to play baseball?]

Evelyn’s team lost its fall championship in double overtime. But in December, the players were back on the field at a Washington, D.C., middle school. When the game began, Emi, a 13-year-old wide receiver, tumbled toward my feet at the sideline after having her flag pulled. She bounced up and returned to the huddle. Her father explained to me that Emi is naturally very shy, but since starting flag, she’s become more self-assured and comfortable meeting new people.

Later, Emi ran a route, broke free from the defensive back, and caught the ball for a touchdown. Her teammates swarmed her so thoroughly that I couldn’t see her buried under the heap in the end zone.

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wriiiiite the words

I am very tired and don't wanna write the words.

Work today was pretty good but also hella unsatisfying because there was Serious Bullshit with classroom assignments and needing to last-minute move the classroom. I had like......fifteen minutes of warning in order to pack up my everything I would need for class five and move down to a computer lab. It was awfullllll and I'm not happy about it. Blah.

But focusing on the good stuff...uh....the kids seem to grok the Pythagorean Theorem? That's nice. Tomorrow we're moving into our special rights triangles and it's not totally rubbish as a lesson --we did good work last year! I had a good long talk with my mentee last week about his future (and need to send some networking emails on their behalf). Even though the kids are being forced into super dysregulating situations, they were mostly fine?

And yesterday I got a bunch of things done and also had a nice evening with a friend/comet. I didn't sleep enough, but that's Unfortunately Normal, and at least all my sleep hours were in a bed with the lights off, which is Unfortunately Abnormal right now. I'm working on it?

Went to demo team on Sunday, which was fine, and then dance tonight which was...like...it was pretty decent, both Keira and Beth pick good dances and stuff. But for one of them I was dancing on the larks side with my buddy DJ on the Robin's side. And one of the other dancers made some comment about how we had "switched sides just to confuse her". Which like. Fuck off. Fuck off fuck off fuck offfffff.

I understand that I need to be gracious and kind and help people slowly understand in a non-threatening way but also fuck offff. I know I don't pass. I know I will never pass. I know you don't see me as anything as a woman. But you're wrong and you will never know how absolutely hurtful it is to be told that there is an obvious gender box you think I should be in and therefore if I'm on the lark's side it's "wrong".

It was intermission after, so I didn't have to dissociate for that long, and I could go and sit with my knitting and talk to all the various people who came and sat by me and then Sharon asked me to dance. But it still feels bad. I appreciate that the teachers here are trying to normalize larks and robins1. But the class does not actually get it, and as long as the dancers as a whole are just treating this as "weird names for men and women" nothing is actually going to change.

There's no wrong side to dance on. There is especially no wrong side for me, a nonbinary person to dance on. There is especially no wrong side for anyone to dance on when the role terms are Lark and Robin and have nothing the fuck to do with anyone's gender.

Oh hey, I figured out why I am so tired and draggy and don't wanna write the words. :/

Anyways, I will continue to quietly dance when and where I can with people who are willing to ignore conventions based on what genitals a doctor thought you had when you were born and instead take into consideration, like, who's taller if the dance has an allemande in it. And even that is negotiable.

I'm gonna snuggle Austin and go to bed.

~Sor (they/them)
MOOP!

1: (I am _genuinely thrilled_ that Beth is restating the terms every evening, and also that she is doing a much-better-than-average job of not using gendered pronouns with ungendered role names. Unfortunately, better-than-average means "occasionally says "their partner" instead of "her partner"" but baby steps!)

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Weighing in on the Timothee Chalamet remarks.

First of all, I understand what he was trying to say. Live Theater, Ballet, and Opera (and Jazz, in some cases) have become so expensive that it's hard to see much of it, especially at a high level.

On the other hand, as someone who has given up food to see a Royal Shakespeare Company production (and that's not including things like waiting in line for hours for the cheaper same day tickets or the armchair proms), nothing touches being in the same room as the performers. There is an alchemy that occurs.

If it's made for a screen, there can be some question about whether the human body or human voice can actually do what's being portrayed. If you're in the same room -- even if you're getting a nosebleed up in the gods -- you can tell that everything is possible.

In some cases, people are told "oh, you wouldn't like it" and believe what they're told. I had a colleague who quietly asked me, "Do you know anything about opera?" We went to see The Girl of the Golden West by Puccini within the week. There were cheap tickets available because it wasn't a full house. She enjoyed it. We ended up seeing Faust and another opera, I think Manon by Massenet, together, and she continued attending operas.

She'd been told Opera wasn't her type of thing, but she heard an aria somewhere and decided to try it.

I was lucky. When Dad was assigned to London, the USO had tickets available for various performances. Once Dad found out about it, he took Mom to see her first Opera -- Madama Butterfly -- and they ended up in the area of the Grand Balcony reserved for Princess Margaret. She released the tickets when she knew she wasn't attending, and they often ended up as USO tickets. Mom insisted that her kids weren't going to wait until they were over 30 to see an opera, so we attended Hansel and Gretel at a matinee.

Ballet was an easier sell, though I think Sis and I are among the very few kids who saw Swan Lake before they saw The Nutcracker.

Modern Dance was something that I explored on my own thanks to high school dance classes.

But being dismissive about the lively arts doesn't get more people into the movie theater. It's not an either/or proposition.
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Posted by Nicholas Florko

There’s no ambiguity about who Vyleesi is for. The prescription drug, commonly referred to as female Viagra, boosts the libido of women experiencing hypoactive-sexual-desire disorder, a condition in which lack of interest in sex causes distress. When Vyleesi was approved in 2019, an FDA official announced that it was evidence of the agency’s “commitment to protect and advance the health of women.”

But since then, female Viagra seems to have found an unexpected market: men. On the Reddit forum SexOnDrugs—which chronicles, you guessed it, people’s sexual escapades while on various prescription and illicit drugs—guys talk about taking the drug even if they have no apparent issues with sexual drive or performance. “Everything feels richer,” noted one man, who compared taking the drug to adding butter to food. Another claimed that he’d had sex with his wife “about 30 times over 20 hours.” (The drug, however, does frequently make people queasy: “The nausea hit me so hard that sex wasn’t even a thought,” another man reported.)

Vyleesi has never been approved for men. Some clinics advertise that they’ll prescribe the drug to men off-label, but even that is often not necessary for men to get ahold of it. Vyleesi is now readily available without a prescription. Many online retailers sell vials of the drug under the guise that they are for “research use only” and not for human consumption—a disclaimer that technically makes the drugs legal.

Americans are relying on this technicality to get hold of all kinds of drugs—some that, like Vyleesi, are supposed to require a prescription and others that aren’t even approved in the United States at all. Athletes are taking a banned horse-racing drug to speed up their recovery. Beauty influencers are shooting something known as the “Barbie drug” up their nose to get a better tan. My colleague Sarah Zhang recently described the process of buying retatrutide, an unapproved obesity drug, as “just like ordering socks.”

[Read: I bought ‘GLP-3’]

Not all experimentation requires scouring the gray market. Online pharmacies staffed by licensed doctors now regularly prescribe “personalized” medications that include an FDA-approved medication paired with additional experimental additives. One company, BlueChew, sells an erectile-dysfunction pill that contains the active ingredients in Viagra and Cialis, in addition to other chemicals that the company claims improve sex. These products are made by compounding pharmacies, which are not regulated by the FDA for safety, quality, or efficacy.

Taking experimental drugs is nothing new. Sigmund Freud frequently used cocaine to treat his depression; athletes have doped for decades; biohackers have long taken pills in hopes of becoming more efficient at work. What is new, however, is the scale, accessibility, and uptake of faddish pharmaceuticals. Now everyone is a biohacker—or at least anyone can be.


Few experimental drugs have become as popular as peptides—a class of compounds that mimic existing hormones in the body. Peptides have developed a cult following among fitness enthusiasts, looks-maxxers, and Silicon Valley types, who believe that the drugs can boost muscle gain, increase focus, and lead to better skin. On a recent episode of his podcast, Joe Rogan urged Ben Affleck and Matt Damon to use the peptides BPC-157 and TB-500—commonly known as the “Wolverine stack”—to speed up recovery should they ever get injured.

The P in GLP-1 stands for peptide. The success of Ozempic and other FDA-approved drugs for weight loss and diabetes “opened a lot of eyes,” Dave Asprey, a longevity influencer who credits himself with starting the biohacking movement, told me. “People started asking what else is out there.” And there is, it turns out, a ton out there. One online vendor of unapproved peptides that are not intended for human consumption carries dozens of drugs on its website.

GLP-1s are also a big part of the reason Americans are now experimenting with unregulated drugs made by compounding pharmacies. Legally, these businesses are supposed to make custom versions of drugs for people who can’t take an FDA-approved drug, or when an FDA-approved drug is unavailable because of a shortage. Roughly a decade ago, entrepreneurs realized that they could use compounding pharmacies to make nominally customized versions of FDA-approved medicines and sell them to the masses via the internet. Hims pioneered the strategy, selling hair spray loaded with finasteride, an FDA-approved hair-loss drug previously available only in pill form. Now telehealth companies offer compounded drugs for sexual health, hair growth, skin care, and especially weight loss. Sales of these obesity-drug dupes have become an enormous business; both Hims and Ro ran Super Bowl ads touting their offerings.

[Read: GLP-1 envy was just the beginning]

Some of this might seem like a positive development for American medicine. In the cases of weight loss and erectile dysfunction, more patients are getting the care they want or need. I personally experimented with compounded GLP-1s because of the high cost of the real thing. But again, these drugs are not made with any government oversight. Consider Musely, a company that sells skin cream for dark spots. The cream contains three times the amount of the active ingredient hydroquinone, which is FDA-approved, that you’d get in the traditional version of the drug—despite the fact that regulators have warned that hydroquinone may cause skin discoloration. (Musely did not respond to a request for comment.)

Experimental drugs that lack any FDA-approved ingredients can be even more questionable. Although anecdotal evidence abounds about the benefits of the “Wolverine stack” and certain other peptides, most haven’t been researched enough to prove they actually work. “We don’t even know what’s in these bottles,” Christopher Robertson, a Boston University law professor who studies the FDA, told me.


The modern FDA exists to ensure that pharmaceuticals are safe. But the agency has failed to stop the boom of unregulated, potentially dangerous drugs. It has gone after some companies for selling research chemicals after determining that the drugs were, in fact, being sold for human consumption, but the agency is playing a game of whack-a-mole. Dozens of websites selling BPC-157 can be found via a quick Google search. Shutting down compounding pharmacies operating on the gray market would likely be even more difficult, and prompt protracted court battles.

It’s easy to take the FDA for granted. In the 1960s, thalidomide, a drug marketed for morning sickness, left children around the world with irreversible birth defects; the United States avoided such a fate thanks to the FDA’s oversight. Due to the thalidomide scare, America began to require drugs to be proved not only safe but also effective.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who oversees the FDA and other major health agencies as the secretary of Health and Human Services, knows this history. During his confirmation hearing, Kennedy name-checked Frances Oldham Kelsey, the FDA official who refused to approve thalidomide in the U.S., as an example of how scientists must follow the data and question science. Yet Kennedy seems poised to make it even easier for Americans to get certain unregulated drugs. On Rogan’s podcast late last month, Kennedy teased that he will soon act to make roughly a dozen peptides “more accessible,” in line with his penchant for medical freedom. He also revealed that he is a “big fan” of certain peptides and has used them himself to help with injuries. (An HHS spokesperson did not respond to a request for comment.)

Just as Americans’ appetite for experimental drugs reaches new heights, the FDA’s capacities to ensure the safety of America’s medicines seem to be diminishing.

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Posted by Jacob Stern

Photographs by Stacy Kranitz

Updated at 11:04 p.m. ET on March 23, 2026

What does it feel like to be struck by lightning?

There is no easy analogue. A defibrillator delivers up to 1,000 volts to a patient’s heart; inmates executed by electric chair typically receive about 2,000. A typical lightning strike, by contrast, transmits 100 million volts or more. But lightning races through the body in milliseconds, and therefore often spares it. Some people black out instantly upon being struck. Others recall the moment vividly, as if in slow motion: the flash of light whiting out all vision; the sound, which many survivors say is the loudest they’ve ever heard. The pain, for some, is excruciating, yet others feel no pain at all. “It felt like adrenaline, but stronger,” one survivor reported. “I felt an incredible pulsing,” another said, “a burning sensation from head to toe.”

The severity of the resulting injury depends on, among countless other variables, how the electricity enters the body, and where, and the path the current takes through it. Direct strikes are the deadliest, but most strikes are indirect—a side flash coming off a tree, a current running through the ground, a streamer rising up from below—and most people survive these.

In some cases, the damage is immediately apparent. Lightning, in addition to being very bright and very loud, is very hot—the air around it can hit temperatures about five times hotter than the surface of the sun—and so it can singe or burn people. The shock wave from the strike can fling victims a great distance, breaking bones or causing concussions as they land. The current inscribes some victims’ skin with mysterious scarlike patterns called Lichtenberg figures, which resemble the limbs of a barren tree—or the branching structure of lightning itself.

Just as often, though, survivors manifest no burns, bruises, or scars. Even Lichtenberg figures generally vanish within a few days; no one knows exactly why. On the outside, survivors look normal. Which doesn’t mean they feel that way.

Many of the body’s essential systems—the heart, the brain, the nervous system—depend on electrical signals, and lightning can throw these thoroughly out of whack. Forgetfulness, sleep problems, sexual dysfunction, and headaches that manifest as intense pressure—like “my eyeballs are just popping out,” one person told me—are common. Some people become hypersensitive to noise; others lose their hearing entirely. A few, almost miraculously, are freed of a prior ailment: a bad leg healed; vision, once impaired, restored. Pretty much all of them feel permanently off balance. Some have to relearn simple things, things they’ve done their whole life—how to read, how to sing, how to ride a bike.

Phantom sensations are prevalent. One woman told me she often feels as though water is running down her limbs. Another, in a Facebook group for survivors, said she feels “an indescribable itching” coming from inside the back of her head. Inexplicable odors can emerge; food can taste like cardboard or glue. The symptoms can last for decades. Yet standard neurological imaging, such as MRI scans, almost never detects abnormalities, and most physicians, who understand the symptoms’ basis in only the most rudimentary sense, can offer little useful counsel. Faith in survivors’ stories—among friends, colleagues, even loved ones—can waver.

The most fundamental consequences of being struck by lightning are often metaphysical, and not easily communicable. How does falling victim to one of the most notoriously unlikely of all misfortunes reorient your sense of chance, of fate? How does it feel, when you’re trying to describe the most transformative experience of your life, to be met, routinely, with disbelief?

Last May, I attended a conference of Lightning Strike and Electrical Shock Survivors International. It was held, as it often is, in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, a smallish town on the edge of the Great Smoky Mountains best known as the home of Dollywood, Dolly Parton’s Appalachia-themed amusement park. The town’s main drag resembles a sort of family-friendly version of the Las Vegas strip. Instead of casinos, there are dinner-show theaters, go-kart tracks, and a sprawling Margarita­ville megacomplex, its central fountain inhabited by giant animatronic Brachiosaurus that roar from time to time.

The conference was staged at a Staybridge Suites just off the strip. About 30 people were there, mostly men who looked to be over the age of 60, many of them conference regulars who’d been struck long ago, though there were some women and younger attendees too. Most had brought their spouse and were making a weekend of it. They were there primarily to connect with other people who understood what they had been through.

Like senior prom, the conference always has a theme, and this year’s was Hawaii. Survivors wore leis, and pineapples adorned with sunglasses sat on every table in the Staybridge’s modest meeting room. A folding table converted into a makeshift tiki bar dispensed virgin piña coladas and hurricanes. Against this backdrop, specialists gave presentations on trauma therapies. Attendees compared notes on which treatments have worked for them and which haven’t.

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Steve Marshburn Sr., the founder of the group, seated at a conference luncheon. The conference always has a theme, and that year’s was Hawaii.

In one session, a man I’ll call Matt, a young, redheaded survivor who for a year and a half after his strike could hardly feel pain, temperature, or most other sensations on much of his skin, said laser therapy had eventually restored his nerves. Having a massage therapist work on his vagus nerve had helped too. For a while, he’d slept inside a Faraday cage, to protect him from static electricity during storms. Today, to cope with intrusive thoughts about lightning, he dumps a packet of salt in his mouth because when you do that, he said, “that’s all you can think about.”

A woman I’ll call Caroline, who’d been struck on the job two years earlier, used that same strategy, she said, only with Warheads candies instead of salt. One problem she had not solved was that no matter how hot she gets, no matter how hard she exerts herself, she can’t sweat anymore. Matt said he’d had the same problem for a while. What fixed it for him was spending significant time in a sauna—up to 90 minutes three times a day.

If the discussion had a certain DIY quality to it, that reflects the paucity of medical literature on what lightning does to the body. Few systematic studies have been conducted, and most physicians have never treated a strike victim. Many survivors’ experiences defy medical explanation, so doctors have little to say.

Given the limited counsel that the medical establishment can offer them, survivors tend to be open to alternative therapies, but they’re also wary of being taken advantage of. At the conference, several attendees reminisced about the year when two “hippies” had shown up and started hawking New Age–type products. “They said they were linked in voodoo,” one survivor recalled.

Much of the group conversation focused on Caroline, whose injury was the freshest. She used to cook her family elaborate meals, but “after the accident,” she said, “I left the oven on so many times that I even ended up burning the element out.” For a while she refused to get a new one, because she worried she’d burn the house down. She leaves sticky notes everywhere to remind her of what she needs to do, but even so, she rarely has the energy to do all of it. She has to ask for help, which makes her feel bossy. She worries that others think she’s lazy.

Gary Reynolds’s experiences after he was struck in the summer of 2007 were similar. He was grabbing sodas from his family’s extra fridge, he’d told me earlier, when lightning hit him through the open garage door. For months, he could barely get out of bed. His whole body hurt constantly. He had trouble concentrating, and simple tasks that had once been second nature now seemed complex. On warm afternoons, he watched the sky warily. A therapist diagnosed him with PTSD, which by some estimates afflicts more than 25 percent of lightning-strike survivors. In 2009, just a few months shy of their 20th anniversary, Reynolds and his wife divorced. Initially she’d been sympathetic, he said, but over time she lost patience. “You’re not over this yet?” Reynolds recalled her saying. “It can’t be that bad.”

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Gary Reynolds, who was first struck in 2007

“I just keep thinking, I want to wake up the next day and it’s going to be normal,” Caroline said at one point during the session. But she wasn’t even two years out from her strike. She had not yet come to the conclusion that the veteran survivors at the conference had reached long ago: that no matter what you do, no matter how many therapies you try, you still have to accept that you’ll never be the person you were before. “You still look the same and everything else, but it’s like a different person inside,” Reynolds said. “It’s a different soul.”

The odds of being struck by lightning in the United States in a given year are roughly one in 1.2 million, according to a 2019 analysis by the National Weather Service—about the same as flipping a coin and landing on heads 20 times in a row. But this is only a generic estimate. The likelihood of being struck in San Francisco is not the same as the likelihood of being struck in Orlando, last year’s urban lightning capital of America, according to Vaisala Xweather, a provider of local weather data. The likelihood of being struck for lawyers is not the same as the likelihood of being struck for roofers.

The majority of people killed by lightningabout 20 each year in the U.S.—are struck while engaging in some sort of outdoor leisure or labor. But in truth, almost anyone can be struck almost anytime. People have been struck while talking on landlines, while using computers, even while sitting on the toilet, according to the National Weather Service, because current can travel through telephone wires, electrical connections, and metal pipes. When lightning survivors insist, as many do, on unplugging their appliances in preparation for a storm, this is not tinfoil-hat mania. And the old advice about not showering during a thunderstorm? Sensible.

[Read: Almost no Americans die from lightning strikes anymore—why?]

Steve Marshburn Sr., who founded Lightning Strike and Electrical Shock Survivors International in 1989, told me that he was struck at age 25 on a seemingly clear November morning in 1969. He was working as a teller at First Citizens Bank in Swansboro, North Carolina, sitting at the drive-through window, and he thinks the bolt must have passed through an ungrounded speaker. For years, he struggled not only with debilitating headaches and back problems, but also with the sheer improbability of the event that had produced them. Many of the doctors he visited didn’t believe his story. For a long time, even his parents wondered whether he was making the whole thing up.

And to some extent, Marshburn understands why. “It’s so unbelievable that it’s hard to talk about,” he said. Eventually, a doctor introduced him to another patient who had survived an electrical injury, and that experience led Marshburn to start his survivors’ group. Membership now numbers about 2,000, and in September the organization hosted its first-ever West Coast conference, in Scottsdale, Arizona. For years, most people found their way to the group via their local weather station, or after seeing it featured in news outlets or on TV. Now more find it through Facebook.

That’s how Gary Reynolds did. His second wife, Lisa, discovered the group while searching online for other people who’d been struck, people who could understand him. Doctors never had. When he first went to the emergency room, they ran a battery of tests, but the results all came back normal. After he’d been at the hospital for about nine hours, a doctor said, “I’m not really sure what to tell you,” and sent him home. Roughly the same thing happened when he visited his primary-care physician. Other doctors told him to his face that he was making the whole thing up.

Not until his first conference did he meet people who could truly empathize with him. He’d never spoken with a fellow lightning-strike survivor in person before, and he was nervous on the drive up, but when he arrived he felt almost like he was at a reunion. “You walk into that room and it’s like we’re family,” he said. After he joined the group, he felt normal for the first time in years. “It was validating,” he said. “Like, Okay, I’m not crazy.”

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A walking stick used by one attendee
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A poem describing the feeling of being struck, and then the aftermath, by Lisa Devine, who attended the conference with her husband, Danny, a strike survivor

In June 2008, Reynolds told me, he was struck by lightning a second time. It was 11 months after his first strike, and he’d woken up at 2 a.m. with an awful headache. Ever since the initial incident, his head had throbbed in exactly the same spot when he sensed a storm coming. As he lay beside his open bedroom window, he felt a shock go through his hand. “Not again,” he thought. Half of his hand turned bright red, he said, but he hadn’t yet paid off the previous year’s hospital bills, and this strike seemed less serious than the last, so he decided not to seek care. In the following months, though, his lingering symptoms from the first strike all worsened. He was often dizzy, and he couldn’t grip well. Reynolds ran a tree service at the time, one he’d started a few years after high school, and these were serious problems for someone whose vocation involved wielding a chainsaw. The divorce came about six months later.

In the years that followed, Reynolds pieced his life back together: He remarried, moved his family to western North Carolina, began working at a lumberyard, started attending survivors’ conferences. Then, while standing in the kitchen of his mountainside home on a June afternoon in 2016, he was struck a third time. And six years after that, a fourth, he said, this time while sitting in a leather recliner watching TV with his grandchildren. Must’ve been a streamer, he told me. Came up through the floor and hit him square in the back.

If the likelihood of getting struck once in your lifetime is one in 15,300, as the National Weather Service estimated in 2019, then statistically, the number of people in the United States today whom you’d expect to have been struck multiple times is … one. One single person. And yet the National Weather Service’s collection of about 50 lightning-survivor stories on its website includes two from people who say they’ve been struck twice and another from someone who says she’s been struck three times. Andy Upshaw, a North Carolina landscaper, says that he, too, has been hit three times. Charles Winlake, struck four times before the age of 30, added rubber soles to all of his shoes and began to wear only plastic-rimmed glasses. Linda Cooper, a former South Carolina schoolteacher, says she’s been struck six times, and so does Carl Mize, a former Oklahoma rodeo rider. One member of the Lightning Strike and Electric Shock Survivors Support Facebook group says she’s been struck nine times, and another says she stopped counting after 13. Media reports document more multistrike cases. In all, my far-from-exhaustive search turned up more than two dozen.

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Clockwise from top left: Electrical-shock survivor Rodney Burkholder and lightning-strike survivors Danny Devine, Danny “Joe” Jude, and Betsy Silby, in Pigeon Forge with their partners and caregivers

All of this, to state the obvious, is incredibly improbable. Extrapolating from the National Weather Service estimates, the likelihood of being struck six times is roughly one in 13 septillion—that’s a 13 followed by 24 zeros. If you multiplied the number of people who have ever existed on Earth by about 100 trillion, you’d expect one person among them to have been struck six times.

It can seem cruel to suggest that some lightning-strike survivors may be lying, especially when disbelief causes so much hardship for those who are not. But because relatively few lightning strikes are documented, the question often lingers. People lie for all kinds of reasons, and there can be financial incentives to claiming you’ve been struck: workers’ compensation, disability benefits. Mary Ann Cooper was an emergency-medicine faculty member at the University of Louisville when she published the first systematic study of lightning injury in 1980—instantly becoming the leading authority on the subject in doing so. Cooper served for years as an expert witness in workers’-comp cases, brought in to assess whether the claimant really had been struck. She told me that she’s encountered some frauds, identifiable because they reported inconsistent or physiologically impossible symptoms.

But the people trying to cheat their way into benefits, Cooper said, are largely not the ones attending survivors’ conferences. She believes that the overwhelming majority of the people she has met at those conferences are telling the truth about being struck, and about all the calamities that followed, at least as they understand them. Which is not to say that every statement should be taken at face value.

Like several doctors and scientists I spoke with, Cooper thinks that most people who say they’ve been struck multiple times genuinely believe that, even if they haven’t. Many survivors have flashbacks as a result of PTSD, just as combat veterans and wildfire survivors do. But when a combat veteran or a wildfire survivor resurfaces from a flashback, their surroundings verify to them that they are not, in fact, caught in the middle of a war zone or a fire. A lightning-strike flashback prompted by a storm involves no such assurance. A lightning bolt is there and gone in an instant.

What’s more, because lightning leaves the nervous system damaged, it can make people feel bursts of pain—real, excruciating, and unconnected to any physical stimulus. Together, PTSD and nervous-system damage may explain many reports of second or third or fourth strikes.

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Charles O’Connor Jr., a lightning-strike survivor, attending the conference for the first time with his wife, Chrissy

Not so long ago, that explanation might have sounded far-fetched, just as some of the chronic symptoms of a lightning strike still do, to some. But the idea that trauma can alter the way people perceive the world and interpret their experience is ubiquitous now. And the emergence of long COVID, along with increased awareness of other difficult-to-diagnose chronic conditions, has created a greater respect for individual testimony, and a greater appreciation for how much the medical profession does not know. In this sense, society is finally catching up to what lightning survivors and the people who study them have long understood.

The most grinding suspicions encountered by many survivors—about whether they were ever really struck at all—may in any case be mooted in the coming years. On a recent trip to France, Cooper met with a physician who told her he’d identified a biological marker for lightning injury, which may enable doctors to determine, with a simple urine test, whether someone really has been struck. Nothing has been published on it yet, Cooper said, and no such test seems imminent, so for the moment she isn’t getting too excited. But she has an open mind to the possibility.

All of this, of course, is mostly to the good. Yet the lightning-survivor community has always defined itself by a sort of oppositional faith: There, you are doubted; here, you are believed. There, you are strange; here, you are normal. When I asked Reynolds what he made of the trauma-plus-nervous-system-damage theory of why there are so many multistrike survivors, I felt as though I was doing something almost sacrilegious, as though I was violating that ethos of mutual faith. I worried that he’d react with indignation. The notion that he might hang up on me and refuse to speak with me again did not seem unlikely. Instead, he said he thought the theory made a lot of sense.

Might then it explain his multiple strikes? I asked.

Well, he answered, not his.

What does one make of a life so fundamentally altered by an event as unlikely as a lightning strike? In Pigeon Forge, when I asked survivors whether on balance they felt lucky (for having survived a lightning strike) or unlucky (for having been struck in the first place), the question didn’t register. “I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Susan Deatrick told me. She doesn’t like the word providential either, she said, “but at the same time, God is in control over everything down to the minutest detail.”

This response, and others like it, initially surprised me. If lightning is a manifestation of the divine, I thought, how do people explain why it struck them? How do you make sense of a miracle that comes at your expense?

[From the July 1875 issue: Lightning and lightning-rods]

Jim Segneri, who moderated the conference’s final and most intense group discussion, has a succinct answer, one more focused on his having been spared than his having been struck. “I firmly believe that whether you worship Allah or Buddha or God or Jesus or whoever put us here, the reason we’re still here is so that we can help other people”—those who are doubted, those who are struggling.

Large numbers of survivors hold some version of this belief. Marshburn, the group’s founder, often speaks of the number of survivors—more than 20—whom he has talked out of suicide, reciting in vivid detail the conversations he’s had with people on the brink. Over her many years speaking with lightning-strike victims, Mary Ann Cooper said, “I can’t tell you how many people have said to me, ‘I should have been dead. God must have kept me alive for a reason.’”

And yet for those survivors who hold it, the belief in destiny can cut both ways. Reynolds says that after his third strike, he felt doomed. He’d left his career, gotten divorced, gotten remarried, started a new job, moved more than 600 miles away—and still the lightning had found him. “It’s like it’s looking for me,” he told his therapist. “It’s like it’s a living, breathing creature.”

She assured him that it wasn’t, and part of him knew she was right, but he couldn’t stop thinking that he was fated to be struck again. She told him that she doesn’t believe in destiny. That there is no providence, only circumstance. That sometimes you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’d believed that once. But now he can’t shake the feeling that she’s wrong.


This article appears in the April 2026 print edition with the headline “Struck.” It has been updated to clarify the source of the data used to determine the urban lightning capital of the U.S. last year. The data was provided by Vaisala Xweather.

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Mar. 15th, 2026 10:26 pm
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We're bad at everything. Let's write down the things we've done today:

  • Brushed hair

  • Braided hair

  • Ate Breakfast, also caught up on comics and even read a bit of Dreamwidth finally (I miss y'all, it's another symptom of the same Problem that is my brain right now.)

  • Unloaded dishwasher, reloaded dishwasher

  • Brought the load of laundry that's been in the dryer for three days upstairs finally (thanks Rey for basketing it, sorry to have left it)

  • Brought a bunch of laundry downstairs, started it (load two is just in the washer now, and load one in the dryer)

  • Switched my stuffies from their hamper into a steralite bin, eventually this will turn into like...one of those ottomans that opens up and you can store blankets (or stuffed animals) in but then it has a surface instead of being an amorphous blob sticking out of the top of a hamper, bonus, was able to use the hamper for my spare quilts/heavy blankets, double bonus, went through the stuffies a little and have some I can maybe give away.

  • Folded most of the laundry from that old load, while putting it away, successfully went through underwear drawer and pulled out the "good enough to keep but I'm not going to wear it regularly" stuff to put in the "save for Pinewoods" box

    (At Pinewoods I would like to have approximately three pairs of underwear a day. If I do something absolutely batshit crazy this year, that will change, but I want to have the option to be able to wear clean underwear always.)

  • Also socks, pulled out a handful of pairs I don't like so I stop wearing them by accident and being all :/ about it, also pulled out all the pairs that I know have big holes (they're currently due for the trash, but I may put some into my scraps bag instead)

  • Got stuck in a serious yak shaving rabbit hole but I think I have finally managed to put the additional music I wanted onto my phone, and also I have taken off last year's photos, which is important because now my phone should run smoother? Anyways, that took forever but now I can listen to music while I do additional chores? Seems fake. I'm into it!

  • I also reset the "accessories" boxen, which technically go with socks --long stockings, tights, kilt hose and accessories, suspenders and belts, scarves/pashminas. It's been a while, so that was good.

  • I'm now sitting down to eat lunch. Laundry load two is on my bed upstairs to put away, load three is in the dryer, four in the washer. (I'm aiming for like...six? It wouldn't be so high, but a) I have been slipping on the "own more than one set of sheets so that you don't get trapped with an unmade bed by having all your sheets dirty at once" and so I need to catch up there *and* there's been some sort of funky smell in my t-shirts boxen for a couple months and I'm not sure what's up with that, but I think step one is probably just wash _all_ my t-shirts.

    On the plus side, that latter problem doesn't seem to be anywhere in my dresser except my shirts, so that's a good sign? I guess? I mean, mostly it just means there's probably not, like, a dead mouse behind my dresser or something (a thing I would not be able to rationally deal with)).


***

I wrote all of the above earlier. I've since finished all the laundry --it appears that the shirts no longer smell, so success-- and gone to demo team and hung out with Maia some, so all of that is quite good.

I couldn't maintain GOGOGO the entire day, but also like, I shouldn't have to? I shouldn't in general? It is important to do mindless fuckoff stuff as well as Srs Useful Stuff? Yeah.

I hope you are well. <3

~Sor
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Happy Saturday!

I'm going to be doing a little maintenance today. It will likely cause a tiny interruption of service (specifically for www.dreamwidth.org) on the order of 2-3 minutes while some settings propagate. If you're on a journal page, that should still work throughout!

If it doesn't work, the rollback plan is pretty quick, I'm just toggling a setting on how traffic gets to the site. I'll update this post if something goes wrong, but don't anticipate any interruption to be longer than 10 minutes even in a rollback situation.

poached eggs

Mar. 14th, 2026 06:54 pm
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https://dotat.at/@/2026-03-14-eggs.html

A few weeks ago I was enjoying a couple of boiled eggs

(in the shell, with plenty of salt and pepper, and buttery fingers of toast to dunk into the runny yolk)

and pondering how fiddly it is to cut off one end of the shell after boiling compared to eating a poached egg. And I was annoyed because (I thought) I didn't know how to poach eggs.

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Hockey hockey hockey

Mar. 14th, 2026 02:29 am
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I hadn't been on the ice since last Saturday (Huskies and Women's Blues practices were all Varsity squads only, and Kodiaks practice got cancelled by the rink) but I made it to and through Warbirds practice tonight. It was so worth it. I also got my Varsity notebook from Women's Blues: every team member gets a notebook, and everyone writes a note in every teammate's notebook, and we read them before Varsity to inspire us. Mine was very sweet and I love the team very much for making me welcome.

I need to leave the house in 7.5 hours to get back to the rink for Varsity. I'm playing in alumni game 1, getting cleaned up during alumni game 2, and spending the rest of the day in the scorekeepers box with a rotating cast of some of my favourite people. The three non-alumni games will be livestreamed

  • 14:00 Mixed 2nds (Huskies v Vikings B)
  • 17:00 Women's Blues
  • 20:00 Men's Blues

I also had a little art session this evening before going to the rink, making signs for my Huskies teammates. The sign in Irish may well only be understood by the teammate who got me back into learning Irish this year - our class covered "how to cheer on your sports team" a couple weeks ago and I made careful notes - or maybe it will cause any lurking Gaeilgeoirí in the rink to make themselves known.

Two cardboard signs, hand-lettered to support the Huskies ice hockey team

I think I'm wound down enough to sleep now.

My Friend Elle

Mar. 13th, 2026 04:09 pm
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I've mentioned Elle in other posts. [https://fabrisse.dreamwidth.org/2016/12/04/ is the most important one] We've known each other since high school. She would hate me for stating that we graduated in 1979, even if I am keeping her pseudonymous. She's rarely on time for anything. She has an opinion on everything -- which granted is a shared trait. She regularly frustrates me, but she has been my most faithful and generous friend for 48 years (and that's a number that will kick a person in the head).

Elle called me on Wednesday because she's having surgery next week. About a month ago, she called her dentist to mention a sore on her tongue which hadn't gone away. They had her at an oral surgeon's office very quickly, and the sore was excised. It was also sent for biopsy.

It was a squamous cell carcinoma. They think they got it all, but the nature of squamous cell means that they can't be sure. A larger area will be removed on Tuesday, and the surgeons will check for lymph node involvement. If they find it, Elle may end up having her tonsils (and possibly adenoids) removed. The surgery is supposed to be in and out on the same day.

Our friend Kay will be looking after her. Elle can't talk for a week to ten days and will be on heavy painkillers for that long. I can't imagine her keeping quiet for that long, especially with what's going on in today's world.

Keep her in your thoughts, please. We've known each other since high school in Brussels, and there's literally no one else in my life, other than Sis, whom I've known as long.
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Posted by Michaeleen Doucleff

Back in the early 1970s, psychologists at Northwestern University performed an experiment that, on the surface, looked like a child’s fantasy. The researchers gathered 45 college women and asked some of them to drink a milkshake—or two. Then they placed three pints of ice cream in front of each woman and asked her to taste each one. Afterward, they told each participant to “help herself to any of the remaining ice cream, as she wished,” the researchers wrote in the Journal of Personality. Finally—and this was key—each woman completed a survey meant to measure how much she dieted or “restrained” her eating, outside of the treats she had just consumed.

The findings were dramatic. On average, the women who said they didn’t diet or have weight concerns ate less ice cream if they drank at least one milkshake. The first sweet treat satiated their hunger. But for the women who dieted and felt worried about their weight, the milkshake appeared to unleash a hidden hunger. On average, they ate 66 percent more ice cream after the milkshake than they did without it.

From these data, the researchers devised a bold new theory: Dieting and weight concerns make people overeat and gain weight. Dieting remains pervasive in American culture, but the milkshake study, and similar ones that followed, nonetheless reshaped many Americans’ views of dieting and obesity. Experts concluded that all types of eating disorders—including anorexia, binge eating, and bulimia—can be brought on by intentionally trying to reduce the number of calories that you eat. Some scientists believe that dietary restraint causes obesity too.

This line of research inspired treatments for eating disorders, helped launch an anti-diet movement, fueled the trend of so-called intuitive eating, and shifted how many parents raised their kids to think about food. But more recent evidence suggests that attempting to restrict one’s food intake typically doesn’t have such dire consequences after all.

The notion that trying to diet causes eating disorders and obesity makes some sense. “There’s the idea that if you’re finding yourself thinking about food, trying to restrict what you eat or trying not to overeat, then you’re developing an eating-disorder mentality,” Michael Lowe, a psychologist at Drexel University, told me. The theory is also inherently appealing, in that most people don’t like avoiding tasty food; they can easily believe that doing so would be harmful. No wonder, then, that the idea spread far among clinicians and everyday Americans. Social media supercharged the theory, enough that many people now believe that placing any limits on your diet could be dangerous or harmful, Ashley Gearhardt, a psychologist at the University of Michigan, told me. Many parents share the belief that letting kids follow their own appetites will create healthy attitudes toward food; taken to its logical extreme, that way of thinking means that “in a lot of circles now, if you don’t let your kids have unlimited access to ultra-processed foods, it’s a bad thing,” Katherine Balantekin, a registered dietitian at the University at Buffalo, told me.

Such ideas spread even as researchers were uncovering major flaws in early studies on the link between dietary restrictions and eating disorders. Those experiments didn’t use a consistent definition of dietary restraint, and never tested whether it actually caused eating disorders or overeating; they could say only that those behaviors occurred together. Plus, many studies lumped together several types of eating disorders, or didn’t separate participants with obesity from those with low body weights.

[From the May 2023 issue: Nutrition science’s most preposterous result]

Scientists, including the ones who ran the 1975 milkshake study, also relied on self-reports or surveys to quantify how much a participant dieted, assuming that people who said that they greatly restricted their consumption really did take in fewer calories. But decades later, when scientists gave the same surveys to new participants and measured their calorie intake, they found that the surveys simply didn’t correlate with calorie restriction, Eric Stice, a psychologist at Stanford who led some of these measurement studies, told me. People whom such surveys would label “high dieters” may not have been dieting at all, Stice found. In one of his studies, a so-called high dieter ate, on average, 23 calories fewer a day than a low dieter. “That’s like not eating four peanuts each day and saying you’re on a diet,” he said.

By the 2000s, scientists began to run randomized, controlled trials that could accurately test the model proposed back in the ’70s. In one series of studies, people were prescribed personalized diets aimed at reducing calorie consumption, and taught effective ways to adhere to their eating plans. After six months, those volunteers lost about 10 percent of their body weight, on average, compared with the 1 percent that the control group lost. And the increased dieting didn’t exacerbate participants’ eating-disorder symptoms. In fact, it decreased their binge eating, and they felt less concerned about their body size (perhaps, in part, because their body size decreased). In the past decade, psychologists at Yale School of Medicine have run similar randomized, controlled studies on people who had already been diagnosed with binge-eating disorder and obesity. And again, on average, calorie restriction reduced binge eating; participants’ eating-disorder symptoms worsened only occasionally, and no more so than in the control group. In at least one paper, eating-disorder symptoms improved far more among people in the restricted group than in the control group. In another, weight loss led to remission of binge-eating in nearly three-quarters of the participants.

The scientific consensus that has emerged after these and similar studies is much more nuanced than the one proffered 50 years ago—even though that one still has significant traction in American culture today. “Dietary restriction is not necessarily all good or all bad. But different degrees may be helpful or harming to different people,” Sydney Yurkow, a psychologist at Yale School of Medicine who contributed to the recent trials there, told me in an email. For example, she said, cutting back on food would never be recommended for people diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. And even for people without an eating disorder, “extreme restriction that often coincides with self-directed dieting is largely unhealthy and unhelpful,” Yurkow wrote.

[Read: We have no drugs to treat the deadliest eating disorder]

The new generation of experiments has also uncovered a surprising way to prevent future eating disorders in high-risk adolescents and young women: a small amount of effective dietary restraint. One 2021 meta-analysis found that teaching people about healthy eating habits—including how to curb a tendency to overeat—prevents the future development of eating disorders. Altogether, Stice said, the modern experiments suggest two likely pathways for developing eating disorders. The first involves a person who’s dissatisfied with their body and engages in extreme weight-loss behaviors to change it. “But there’s a whole other pathway that many people have been ignoring,” he said—one in which a person overeats or binges, gains weight, and then becomes dissatisfied with their body as a result.

From this perspective, the milkshake study looks quite different. Fifty years ago, psychologists concluded that dietary restraint caused the women to overeat the pints of ice cream. But the modern interpretation suggests that the reverse was likely true for many of the participants: An underlying tendency to overeat drove the women to try to diet.

In hindsight, the timing of the milkshake study is almost prophetic. Around the late 1970s, the food environment in America began to change rapidly, Lowe, the Drexel psychologist, told me. “The availability of fast food, restaurants and high-sugar, high-fat foods began to explode,” he said. Food became much more difficult to resist, even when Americans weren’t hungry. “People suddenly had to restrain their eating much more in order to maintain their weight.” More people began to gain weight, and by the early ’80s, the country had entered the first stage of the current obesity epidemic. Today, the average American consumes about half their calories from ultra-processed foods. The precise bounds of the category generate debate among some scientists, but they generally agree that such foods are highly refined, manufactured in industrial factories, and calorically dense. Studies have found that diets high in these foods can coax people to consume hundreds of extra calories each day, and when people binge eat, they tend to do so with only ultra-processed foods.

[Read: Coke, Twinkies, Skittles, and … whole-grain bread?]

Recently, scientists and government leaders have begun warning Americans about the potential harms of eating too much ultra-processed food, including an elevated risk of diabetes, certain cancers, and depression. Health Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has declared war on added sugars, and as of this year, the national dietary guidelines advise against eating highly processed foods. In reality, the study of this kind of food is just getting started. But if Americans are ever to really understand just how such foods affect us, now is the time to abandon the misguided lessons of the milkshake study. Maybe then we can explore how we might develop a truly healthy relationship with the tantalizing food around us.

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