I don’t care what people say, I love Shia LaBeouf. First, he’s an incredible actor who often gets overlooked because people mostly remember him from movies like Transformers. But I’ll never forget seeing him in Fury for the first time and genuinely thinking he was outshining Brad Pitt. Second, I’ve watched a lot of his interviews, and you can see the struggle in him. You can also see someone who keeps trying to understand himself, become better, and move forward. I genuinely believe there’s a good person in there, and I hope he eventually finds peace and happiness.

I said this elsewhere but reposting as people seem to be surprised that Zitron hasn't crawled back into his hole since the Anthropic S1 came out and invalidated everything he has ever said: He’s never going to stop, because he sells a valuable service (cope for the sidelined). There’s a lot of sidelined people and they require a huge amount of cope, so he will continue being a cope merchant. Being “wrong” is besides the point. Do people still need to cope with the fact that they missed the biggest investment theme of the last 100 years? Yes, so he’ll keep selling. He will eventually pivot to "AI is popular and makes money, but it's bad / exploitative / evil / dangerous," never once acknowledging that he was wrong on the bubble calling or the financial aspect. So when you see Zitron on Jon Stewart taking an un-earned victory lap post Ant S1, understand that nothing he's doing or saying has any tether to financial reality or the business environment. There's millions of people out there that desperately need someone to affirm their beliefs (that AI is fraudulent / invalid / a bubble). He will do that for them. It is of course useful to keep totting up his falsified predictions so that eventually the sheer weight of his idiocy becomes too much to resist, but I don't expect the sidelined will start reasoning rationally anytime soon; their objection is emotional, not empirical.

This is a critically important tip from @jockowillink. A lot of boys today are insecure. Modern culture gives them plenty of reasons to doubt themselves. One surprisingly effective antidote is cockiness, not arrogance, but the kind that’s funny, deliberate, and just ridiculous enough to take the pressure off. I started doing this with my son when I taught him to ski. Here’s the problem: I’m afraid of skiing. I cofounded one of the biggest ski websites on the planet, but I suck at skiing. So how do you teach your kid something when he can plainly see you’re terrible at it? How do you project confidence when you’re about to eat shit directly in front of him? Cockiness. Find ONE tiny aspect of the activity you can dominate. Then own the hell out of it. “NOBODY takes a fall like me.” Say it with complete conviction. Eventually your kid asks the obvious question: “Dad, why should I listen to you?” “Well, son, someday you may be a better skier than me. But you will NEVER take as many spectacular faceplants as I have.” He’ll laugh. You don’t. Then you fall. You get up, look him dead in the eye and say: “TOLD YOU.” Ask if he got that EPIC faceplant on camera. If he didn’t, chastise him for missing the shot. We have the most fun doing this with mini golf. I’m decent at mini golf—usually a little under par—but I act like I’m Tiger Woods on Sunday at Augusta. We spent a weekend at Lake George and played something like two dozen rounds. Why am I good but not great? Because I know one secret: EVERY. HOLE. MATTERS. I’m locked in on every single putt. It drove my son insane. After a dozen rounds, he’s nearly broken. “You’re too good, Dad. I can’t beat you.” Next course? Kid shoots FIFTEEN UNDER PAR. That’s the other reason cockiness works: it’s FUN. You can’t perform at your best when you’re terrified of looking stupid. A little ridiculous confidence removes that fear. Suddenly you’re laughing, competing and pushing yourself harder. And here’s the best part: EVERYONE wants to correct a cocky guy. I was at a rifle competition last month acting cocky. Nine guys enjoyed the show. The best shooter there did not. Eventually he pulls me aside. “You think you’re so good, but you screwed up X, Y and Z.” Then he proceeds to explain, in excruciating detail, every mistake I made and exactly how I should fix it. So I pulled out a notebook and started taking notes. Afterward, I found him again. “Can you show me?” He gave me 30 minutes of personal instruction. The best shooter there had just become my private coach. The same thing happens constantly on X. Post something timidly and people scroll past. Post it with absolute confidence and suddenly experts pour out of the woodwork to explain—in extraordinary detail—every single thing you got wrong. Perfect. Take notes. Cockiness doesn’t have to mean believing you’re better than everyone else. Sometimes it means being confident enough to look ridiculous, confident enough to fail spectacularly, and confident enough to let someone prove you wrong. And if you’re going to faceplant anyway? Make damn sure somebody gets it on camera. P.S. how do you know when you crossed from cockiness to arrogance. People stop laughing. When you are cocky you’ll piss a few people off but when you are arrogant then everyone will tire of you. Remember I’m not saying I’m better than you at everything, and I’m open to criticism at what I got wrong, but I am saying I am better than you at something specific.

My friend Asako teaches fourth grade in Osaka. Thirty-one kids. Ten years old. Last spring, one of her students, Noa, got a visitor. Her American grandfather flew in from North Dakota for three weeks. Mr. Halvorson. 79. Retired wheat farmer. Hands like oven mitts. He asked if he could help out at the school. The principal said yes, mostly because nobody could figure out how to say no to him. So for three weeks, he came every single day. He fixed things. He ate lunch on a chair built for a ten-year-old. He went to recess. On his last day, Asako asked the class to write one sentence. "What is an American grandpa?" She sent me all thirty-one. Here are some. "An American grandpa can find a quarter behind your ear. He found one behind mine. I checked again at home. There were no more." (Boy, 10) "He says 'Well, I'll be.' Nobody knows what he'll be." (Girl, 10) "He shook my hand like I was a grown-up. I stood up straighter for the rest of the day." (Boy, 10) "He fixed the broken wheel on the lunch cart with a pocket knife and a bobby pin. The lunch ladies still ask about him every morning." (Girl, 10) "He fell asleep sitting up at our recorder concert. He woke up right at the end and clapped the loudest." (Girl, 10) "He calls everybody 'partner.' The principal. The class goldfish. Me." (Boy, 10) "When he holds your hand to cross the street, his hand is so big that a truck would lose." (Girl, 10) "He laughs with his whole body. Even his ears move." (Boy, 10) Noa's answer was one word. "Mine." Then there was the quietest boy in the class. His grandparents all died before he was born. Whenever the other kids talked about their grandparents, he went quiet. He wrote: "An American grandpa is a grandpa you can have even if you don't have one. I asked him. He said yes." On the last afternoon, Mr. Halvorson knelt down in front of every kid in that room. Thirty-one times. At 79, Asako says, this was an athletic event. He found a quarter behind every ear. When he got to the quiet boy, he found two. "One's for now," he said. "The other one's for when you come see me." The boy keeps the second quarter in his pencil case. He has never spent it. He told Asako he's saving it for North Dakota. He already knows exactly how far it is. Thirty-one kids in Osaka now believe every American grandpa can pull money out of thin air. America, please don't tell them otherwise.

I walked into a Berlin sex club for the first time nervous about what I was even going to do. Within an hour I was getting fisted in front of a crowd while two strangers held my legs wide open and a group of guys and girls touched me all over! Honestly, even writing that feels fucking crazy! I went into KitKat thinking we'd wear some latex, listen to techno and maybe have a little fun together somewhere dark and secluded. What actually happened ended up being one of the hottest and most intense experiences of my life... So... here's how it actually got to that point 🙈 It was my first time going to KitKat Club so I was a little nervous but also really excited to finally experience it. If you aren't familiar with KitKat, it's basically a kinky/sex-positive club in Berlin where people dress in fetish outfits, rave and can openly play and have sex around the club. I honestly wasn't planning on doing anything that crazy. For me it was mostly about finally getting to wear my latex out in a proper club, listening to techno and maybe doing some milder stuff if we were feeling it. Well... Apparently latex brings out the sluttiest side of me soooo obviously it got a little wilder than that 🙈 I swear the second I put the latex on, had a few drinks, danced for a bit and that initial nervousness disappeared, it was like a switch went off in my head. The music was amazing, the dancefloor was packed, everyone was dressed in kinky outfits and everywhere you looked people were dancing, kissing, playing or fucking. The whole vibe was just so fucking hot. While we were dancing Jax took my tits out and told me to take my panties off. Then he started touching and teasing me while we danced and I genuinely don't think I've ever felt that submissive and horny in public before. I'm dancing in the middle of this club with my tits and pussy out, feeling people looking at me while Jax is touching me everywhere except my pussy. Spreading my ass, playing with my asshole, grabbing my tits but whenever he did go near my pussy he'd just slowly tease it with his fingers then stop again 😩 I was SO fucking horny. I was literally begging him to touch my pussy and eventually he just grabbed my hand and started leading me through the crowded dancefloor. And this is where I started thinking "fuck, what is he actually about to do to me?" I'm following him through the club, tits and pussy still out, seeing guys looking at me as we walk past and all that attention was just making me feel even sluttier and more submissive. He took me upstairs to one of the play areas overlooking the dancefloor. There were beds, sofas and places to play, with quite a few people hanging around watching, kissing and doing their own thing. Jax found a spot, laid me down, spread my legs and immediately started sliding his fingers inside me one after another. After all the teasing and making me wait my pussy was completely soaked and so soft. It literally just wanted him to shove his whole hand in there right away 😩 Then with four fingers inside me he leaned over, kissed me and said "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" That sentence gives me the most intense butterflies when I'm already feeling really submissive and the second he said it I knew exactly what was about to happen. The moment I said yes I felt the intense stretch and pressure of his whole fist pressing all the way into my pussy and my brain just instantly disappeared! I remember my eyes rolling back and trying to close them and Jax grabbing me by my latex collar and telling me: "Look around." So I did and suddenly realised pretty much everyone in that area was watching us. I'm lying there with my legs spread, his whole fist inside me, his hand around my collar and all these strangers are just stood or sat around watching us. Jax starts telling me what a good girl I am and how everyone can see what a good slut I'm being for him. I could barely even process it because the feeling of his fist twisting and stretching me was taking up basically my entire brain! Then he sat me up and told me to kiss him and the second I leaned forward to kiss him he started ramming his fist in and out of me really hard going way harder to the point I couldn't even concentrate enough to kiss properly. He just looked at me and said "I told you to kiss me." So I'm desperately trying to be a good girl and kiss him properly while barely being able to do anything except moan 😩 By this point a little crowd had started forming around us and that's when Jax looked at one of the guys watching and told him he could touch me. At this point I was like what the fuck is actually happening right now 🫠 I've got a complete stranger touching and kissing my tits while Jax is using me and telling me what a good slut I am. Then Jax tells me to touch the guy. So I do. No hesitation. I'm jerking this stranger dick while Jax is completely using my pussy and all these people are watching what he's doing. I felt like SUCH a slut and I fucking loved every second of it 😩 Not long after that Jax started inviting more people from the crowd to touch me. So now there's this group of guys and girls around me, hands all over my body, stroking my legs, grabbing and kissing my tits while Jax is still twisting his fist in my pussy. I somehow felt like a goddess being worshipped by everyone and a completely submissive little slut at exactly the same time. I can't really explain that feeling but it was fucking incredible. Then Jax sat me up and got two guys to sit either side of me and hold my legs wide open for him so my pussy was fully open and exposed to this group of strangers. This was the only time I wasn't getting fisted so it was probably the first moment the reality of what I was doing REALLY hit me. Bare in mind my pussy was really puffy and stretched from the hard fisting at this point and now I've got two strangers physically holding my legs open while this whole group of people are stood around looking at me, some of them jerking their dicks at my used exposed pussy! Then Jax starts teasing me again. He's asking "Are you a good girl?" Making me beg him to carry on. And every time I begged he'd tell me "Say it louder. Let everyone hear you." So I did 😩 At this point I didn't care about anything. I wanted it so badly I was practically shouting it in front of all these strangers. Then he kissed me, told me to look around at everyone watching me and for a few seconds I actually managed to take it all in. I made eye contact with all these people around me and had this overwhelming realisation of Holy fuck. I'm actually doing it. I'm actually living out one of those fantasies that has existed in my head but that I never genuinely thought I'd have the confidence to experience in real life. And right as I'm having that realisation, with these two strangers still holding my legs open, with no warning Jax just slams his whole fist deep into my pussy and my brain just completely melts again! I cant even explain the level of pleasure I was experiencing! I was moaning so loud, he's fisting me as hard as he can, all the way in and out so the crowd can see my open pussy. Im telling you this part from Jax’s recollection of what he told me btw because by this point my memory becomes a little less reliable 😂 All I really remember is the ridiculous amount of pleasure and this overwhelming feeling of just completely letting go. At one point he had the two guys still holding my legs open while he invited people to start touching me again. So I'm against this sofa with strangers holding me open, guys and girls stroking my legs and body, people grabbing and kissing my tits. I had a girl kissing my neck and teasing my nipples from the side. And OMG 🥵 That was basically my first proper girl-on-girl experience and I definitely want to explore more of that! Through all of it Jax was right in front of me making eye contact, smiling at me, telling me I'm his good girl and keeping me focused on him. Every time I started disappearing into my own head he'd tell me... "Look at me." "Don't close your eyes." Or tell me to look around at everyone watching me. I swear I've never been so turned on in my life. I genuinely felt like I could have taken anything in that moment and if Jax told me you're gonna get gang banged now I would have wanted to do it! There were obviously lines we weren't going to cross in that environment, so actual sex stayed between me and Jax but it made me want to do that kind of stuff even more! It was probably the most intense combination of feeling vulnerable, exposed, submissive and completely safe that I've ever experienced. And everyone around us was actually so respectful. Nobody grabbed me without permission. Jax chose who could touch me and they followed his lead, which made it even hotter. Also... one thing that I weirdly REALLY loved afterwards was realising that none of these people knew who I was. I'm obviously not pretending I'm some huge celebrity 😂 but all these random people who happened to be in that room, watching me and touching me, had absolutely no idea I was Thorri. To them I was literally just some random kinky girl in latex whose boyfriend had decided to completely show her off in front of everyone. They were just in the right place at the right time and got to be part of this insane experience with us. I found that so fucking hot. There was one guy Jax told me about afterwards who I don't even properly remember because I was too busy getting fisted! He was this young Asian guy, probably early 20s, quite nerdy looking and seemed a little shy. Jax told him he could touch me and apparently the guy looked like he couldn't believe what was happening 😂 He started really gently stroking my leg while watching everything, completely mesmerised. Then Jax told him he could touch my tits and apparently his face was just pure disbelief. When Jax told me about it afterwards I found that ridiculously hot. Just imagining that for this random guy, he might have walked into KitKat that night having absolutely no idea what was about to happen and suddenly he's involved in someone else's fantasy that probably feels like one of his own. There's actually loads more from that night but this has already turned into an essay and it's hard not to just ramble! so ill leave it at that. But I do want to say one thing because this is probably why the whole experience meant so much to me. I know a lot of you probably see what I post now and just assume I've always been this ridiculously sexual, confident girl. I really haven't. If you've followed me from the beginning, or you've read some of my older posts about what I was like before meeting Jax and opening up sexually, you'll know I used to be really shy and pretty sexually repressed. There are fantasies I wouldn't even have admitted out loud to myself a few years ago. So to go from that to walking through a packed Berlin club in latex with my tits and pussy out... to being held open in front of strangers while Jax uses my pussy... and actually being able to let myself enjoy every fucking second of it... I can't properly put into words what that feels like. Jax has helped me realise there isn't anything wrong with embracing that part of myself or enjoying my slutty fantasies. And apparently once that door opened I decided to sprint straight through it 😂 So yeah... A few years ago I wouldn't have even admitted to myself I wanted to experience something like that. Now I've actually lived it it's made me want even more 🙈 I'm definitely not done exploring that side of myself 🖤

Elon Musk says he underweighted one trait in hiring and learned it the hard way. For decades, talent acquisition built its scorecards on three pillars. Skills. Experience. Cultural fit. Resumes were ranked accordingly. Then the bad hires happened anyway. "Generally, I think it's a good idea to hire for talent and drive and trustworthiness." Talent. Drive. Trustworthiness. The first three felt obvious. The fourth had cost Musk careers. Hires he'd defended. Hires he'd promoted. Hires he eventually fired. Then Musk named the trait most rubrics skipped. "And I think goodness of heart is important. I underweighted that at one point." Musk named the trait: **goodness of heart**. Polished. Predictable. Almost useless without it. Musk, who had interviewed the first few thousand SpaceX hires himself, knew the longest training set. A high-talent, high-drive, trustworthy employee with bad intent could ship more damage to a company over a quarter than a low-output engineer could in a decade, because the same competence that delivered the win also delivered the harm. "Are they a good person? Trustworthy? Smart and talented and hard working?" You can teach domain knowledge. You can teach a process. You cannot teach a person to be kind. Or to mean well when nobody's watching. After Musk made the correction, his hiring filters added a layer most rubrics never named. Goodness of heart became a yes/no gate. Musk, on the four traits that can't be unlearned: "Those fundamental properties, you cannot change." What's the trait you keep meeting in great hires that doesn't show up on any resume? P.S. I made a playbook breaking down 100+ most powerful decision making mental models used by history's greatest thinkers. 5,000+ downloads. 113 five-star reviews. Grab a free copy here: — Elon Musk ( @elonmusk ), CEO of Tesla and SpaceX, on Dwarkesh Patel's ( @dwarkesh_sp ) podcast

🚨 JUST IN: Democrat Sen. John Fetterman DEMOLISHES Abdul El-Sayed for banning Rep. Haley Stevens from his campaign events — and he did not hold back. “He has the WORST case of little man syndrome I’ve ever seen!” “El-Sayed is going after a woman and banning her from events for having an opinion. His overreaction shows why he struggles with Michigan voters.” Even fellow Democrats are torching him days before Election Day. Stevens ran against him in the primary — now his own campaign is telling her to stay away. He’s panicking. ELECT MIKE ROGERS! #Michigan# #Fetterman# #ElectionDay#

STANLEY DRUCKENMILLER RAN 30 YEARS WITHOUT A LOSING ONE AND SPENT 15 OF THEM THINKING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT "I would literally like throw up like once or twice a week just from anxiety when I'd have a drawdown." He says he eventually learned that he would keep making mistakes and keep getting emotional, and that the record was long enough by then to stop being random. "Just stop torturing yourself for 48 hours or maybe longer over this." Asked directly whether he had imposter syndrome for 15 years, he said yes. Then added, "maybe longer." "When you have these drawdowns, if there's money managers listening to this and you're good, it's easier said than done. Just get over it and move on."

A man in his 40s finds himself still living at home with his overbearing mother. Whenever he comes close to meeting a girl he might consider settling down with, his mother always manages to mess up the relationship. Her excuse is that no girl is good enough for her precious son. As the years tick by, he eventually realizes that unless he does something soon, he will end up living at home forever, so one evening he gets up the courage to announce: “Mother, I have fallen in love and intend on getting married. I’m going to bring three ladies to the house tomorrow evening, and you have to guess which one I’m going to marry.” The mother is deeply unimpressed, but agrees to it, and so the following evening the son brings three attractive women into the living room and asks them to sit down on the sofa. “Right,” he says to his mother, “which of these young ladies do you think is the one that I’m going to marry?” Without hesitation, the mother pointer finger and replies: “The one in the middle.” “That’s right,” says the son. “How did you know?” The mother replies, “Because I don’t like her!”