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A Half Inch of Hair

It’s amazing what a difference a half-inch of half – or, in this case, the lack thereof, can make.

In Luigi Mangione’s case, it’s the difference between “Oooh, he’s so hunky!” and “oh, look – a cold blooded killer.”

Because Mangione has a monobrow. A monobrow he clearly assiduously trims. A monobrow that, left untouched, would make Frida Kahlo jealous.

In fact, it seems that if you happen to be a regular manscaper you can go from villain to va-va-voom in a fluttering heartbeat.

Luigi is a killer, but that does not seem to matter to many of the squishy lonely yutes of today because he has combined standing up to the man with (supposedly) good looks. Girls, boys who are into boys, and everything in between seems have fallen for the guy.

As a person who was dubbed “furriest (not that kind of furry) senior” in high school, I can speak to hirsutedness. And the clean/twink trend over the past few years says more about the culture than you think.

In humans, hairlessness means young - period. And if you aggressively ensure that you remain as hairless as possible (ears and noses do not count and no one really needs to look like those “The Joy of Sex” drawings from the 1970s ) you are signaling that you are and plan to remain young, in more ways than one.

In other words, excessive self-depilation is a signal of claiming permanent adolescent status and all that entails, i.e. a desire to never grow up, a desire to betaken care of, and an inability to understand anything that happens that may not go exactly the way you want it it.

Remember – he was a Pokemon fanatic.

Certain people depilate due to some sort of mental disorder and some do so for their jobs – weightlifters, porn stars (lighting issues), President Obama -

-but for most it is an affectation sub-consciously based in a refusal to grow up (and it does not help you get chicks, by the way.)

Of course, that means I started growing up when I was five and the underarm hair started to appear – my sisters thought it was hysterical – and since I’m not sure I have yet at all, this analogy may not be exactly perfect.

In any case, swooning over a murderer takes a special kind of desperate crazy, a crazy that seems to be increasing supply of late.

Speaking of crazy, Politico has decided to beg government workers to please for the love of God stay.

In a piece entitled “Dear Federal Workers: Don’t Quit,” some thinktank jackass pleads, cajoles, and strokes every civil servant in federal employ – all two million of them – so they will not pack it in because Donald Trump got elected president.

Speaking of porn stars, here’s the article’s money shot:

“…the apolitical cadre of around 2 million federal civil servants is the backbone of our democracy.”

Pretttttty sure that’s not how it works. I think it has something to do with the public deciding on stuff and junk like that.

You don’t have to read the piece to know what the other 1,200 or so words say, but if you are in a mood to get angrily incredulous do take a look.

Speaking of taking a look, this week’s installment will be relatively short because YOU MUST READ THIS STORY.

David Samuels does an amazing job demystifying the past few years, starting with the terrifying, boot forever on the face concept of using “permission structures” to be able to have a very tiny number of people manipulate everything.

Here’s one line in his Tablet piece entitled “Rapid-Onset Political Enlightenment:”

The effect of the permission structure machine is to instill and maintain obedience to voices coming from outside yourself, regardless of the obvious gaps in logic and functioning that they create.

This is the link –read it.

Today’s epigram is actually a few tidbits of good advice:

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