I wish my enemies were more logical. They just make bullshit up and bully me instead. Completely useless for self-improvement.
Saaaaaame. It hits different when your enemies are unethical sociopaths.
I think this post would resonate more for me, personally, if “enemy” was replaced with “curmudgeon”… but then it probably wouldn’t get as many clicks.
Well, that’s just your own fault for being shit at identifying cheeses.
If only all enemies had such ethical standards.
The really crucial thing is to have enemies who are subordinate to an Ethics Review Board.
That sounds like it could have been written by Pratchett
Small wonder, I’ve read something like fifty of his books at least once. More often twice.
Honestly to some “scientists” I am their enemy who publishes letters to the editor and critical reanalyses of their work because they use terrible methodology to try further their ideology.
The problem though, is they don’t give a fuck. Their goal isn’t to “discover”. It’s to provide more low quality “evidence” for their paradigm.
One of their favourite things to do, is accuse me, who has never talked with them irl or online, of “harassing” them. Just because I put requests for study data and reanlyse that data with proper protocols…
I think the problem here is that being a scientist means you are, by definition, “smart”. Which can make it hard to accept when you are being an idiot. And what do people do when they can’t accept a truth about themselves?
Being a scientist today means you are “smart” in a very narrow and limited area of expertise. Outside of that area, shit goes downhill fast.
I can’t find the link but scientists and academics are thought to be heavily targeted with affinity fraud schemes because they rarely report when they are duped.
Yeah, I hate how everyone but me does that
So how does one Gling?
There are some tech circles where you’ll get more and better help posting a blatantly wrong solution than if you straight ask for help.
Oh, it must be dreamy to have a costumed nemesis. Chasing you… wringing his gloved hands in concern of your every move. It sounds so romantic… 🥰
To my enemies
Those were the best days of our lives
When our hate made us feel alive
–Saint Motel
You can measure the quality of a man by the measure of his enemies
And thats how peer review works…
