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Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult
Refining humanity
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2026/06/05/defining-humanity/#narrowing-the-numinous
One of the best ways to evaluate your own understanding of a subject is to attempt to explain it to someone else. Through explaining things, we discover how much of the "totally obvious" world is actually full of ambiguity, mystery and contradiction.
There's a great bit in Rowan Atkinson's historical sitcom Blackadder that illustrates this principle. In "Ink and Incapability" Blackadder and friends have accidentally burned the only copy of Samuel Johnson's original dictionary of the English language. To cover up their mistake, they decide that they will recreate the dictionary themselves. However, they founder on the first word they try to define, "A":
Blackadder: Let's start at the beginning, shall we? First: 'A.' How would you define 'A'?
Prince George: Ohh…'A' (continues this in background). Oh, I love this! I love this! Quizzies! Erm, hang on, it’s coming. Ooh, crikey, erm, oh yes, I’ve got it!
B: What?
PG: Well, it doesn’t really mean anything, does it?
B: Good. So we're well on the way, then. "'A'; impersonal pronoun; doesn't really mean anything."
I mean, what does "A" mean? The Oxford English Dictionary has more than a dozen definitions, and just the first one runs to more than 1,500 words:
https://archive.org/details/the-oxford-english-dictionary-all-volumes_202208/The%20Oxford%20English%20Dictionary%20Volume%201%20-%20A%20to%20B/page/n25/mode/2up
Now, normal life involves a lot of explaining things to other people. You have to explain your problems to customer service reps, who have to explain why they can't solve those problems to you. You need to explain to your loved ones why you want to leave your toothbrush in the shower, and they have to explain why they hate having your toothbrush in the shower. These explanation-exchanges teach you as much as they teach the person you're locked in dialog with. The reasons for leaving your toothbrush in the shower may seem totally obvious to you, and your partner's inability to understand this reveals the assumptions you've never even considered.
For the past four decades, an increasing proportion of the population have spent an increasing proportion of their lives explaining things to machines that have no assumptions or shared context: computers. What we call "programming a computer" is really "breaking down a thing that seems obvious to you into increasingly simple instructions that will be followed to the letter."
Computers are like the genies of legend, bloody-minded literalists who will do exactly what you say, in the way that is perversely furthest from what you mean. To get a computer to do anything, you must first understand it to a degree that far exceeds the understanding needed to explain something to any other human, even a small child.
To take just one example: yesterday, I was on a plane, and the seatback video started cycling through its video-on-demand offerings. All of the movie titles that began with "the" were rewritten to put "the" at the end of the title (for example, "The Sting" was written as "Sting, The"). It's obvious why the system's designer had done this: we expect to find movies whose titles begin with "The" alphabetized under their second word ("The Sting" should appear between "Star Wars" and "Story of a Love Affair"; not between "The Godfather" and "The Untouchables").
I remember when I learned this from my elementary school's teacher-librarian, when I was seven and my class got a tutorial on the school library's card catalog. The librarian explained this principle to us in a matter of minutes, as part of a longer set of instructions, and still, it stuck with me forever.
But here we are, 48 years later, and we still haven't standardized a way to get computers to grasp this foundational principle of alphabetization. Many different databases handle this, to be sure, but it's so inconsistent across so many platforms that someone at the head-end of the video distribution system that feeds American Airlines' VOD system decided, "Fuck it, I'm just gonna put the 'The' at the end of these titles."
Computers are stupid, in other words, which means that the people who program them have to have smarts enough for both of them. Unfortunately for our entire species and civilization, the software industry has historically valued skill at writing efficient and reliable software over writing software that adequately reflects reality. There is an entire genre of lists that illustrate the problem with this; the "falsehoods programmers believe" lists:
https://github.com/kdeldycke/awesome-falsehood
From "names of people" and "street addresses"; from "prices" to "time"; from "email addresses" to "phone numbers"; the "awesome falsehoods" lists are awesome because they reveal how much subtlety and complexity is lurking in these seemingly simple and intuitive concepts. This subtlety and complexity might never emerge through the process of trying to teach a person about them, but when you try to teach a computer about them, you have to confront them in all their awesome fuggliness.
I used to like it in science fiction when a robot or a computer debatably had "consciousness." I frequently grew fond of that robot or character. But none of those stories involved megacorps manipulating people to think the robot was conscious so they could make more money and strip the earth of resources.
I think arguing that AI is conscious, or soon to become so, reflects levels of addiction that should concern everyone around that person.
The Atlantic piece linked makes a ton of good points - some of my favorites:
The part about needing other external circumstantial evidence to believe something resonated strongly with me, partly because it echoed my legal training, but also just in general.
The point about responsibility for one's actions is also excellent, and one I think more than half of Silicon Valley and all the richest people could stand a refresher course on.
Final note: using historical figure RP to make the point is hilarious and apt.
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i could be your pet rock. id be very good at it
ive had some time to think and honestly i dont think id be a very good pet rock. i dont know what i was thinking. theres too much anger in me
no rest for me and im not even that wicked ?
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*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool
yeah i’m stupid. i’m also the smartest man in the world and God’s favourite princess. i cannot die, i’m the best person you’ll ever meet, and the worst girl who’s ever lived. let’s kiss with tongue.
Before you speak, SHIT:
STUPID: Is what you are saying stupid?
HAUGHTY: Are your words arrogant and disdainful?
INCONSIDERATE: Are others insulted or inconvenienced by what you are saying?
TERRIBLE: Is what you want to say truly heinous?

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basically, i think the general rule of thumb is: if someone REALLY wants the blood that’s inside of your body, and they’re like… a vampire, or a dracula, or some sort of mansquito, then that’s probably okay. a dracula and a mansquito are made for removing things like blood and swords from inside your body. that’s basically fine.
if something wants to get at your blood, and they’re, say, some kind of murdersaurus, or maybe a really big frog, that’s where the problems start to arise. a really frog is not made for removing blood, and your blood knows this, which is why it is so vehement about wanting to stay IN your body instead of coming out.
unfortunately this will not deter a really big frog, because a really big frog is full of things like prizes, and value, and quite a lot of hatred, and it would REALLY rather like to replace any and all of those things with your blood, and basically by any means possible.
These words scan with a fantastic degree of confidence considering that together they make no sense at all
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I love this post especially the rat part
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what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post
hey you kind of set off my prey drive. wanna get out of here ? you first
i’m a lover. AND a biter
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obviously this is AI generated slop but I keep laughing at ophelia labeled “hamlet’s brother”
very interested in the 523 likes in the corner supporting this groundbreaking interpretation of ophelia
king blyssffsttt my good friend king blyssffsttt
HAMLET My brother? KING BLYSSFFSTTT No, the other Ophelia
Hamlet: What?
The Ghost: I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
Not that other guy, Ophelia,
The spirit of King Blyssffstt.
Hamlet: upon my word -
This preponderance of spirits hath me full vex’d;
Which is Hamlet? Which Ophelia? Which living and which dead?
Who are we all but ghosts upon a waking stage,
Dreaming - dreamt; haunted, haunting; all unmoored -
Upon a theatre plain, of blighted vanity.
The Ghost: Mark me -
Hamlet: and now your name is Mark as well?!