The mistake is thinking that the World Cup is about soccer. It’s not. It’s about gathering a collection of the world’s greatest binge drinking goofballs and giving them a month to show us all their best.
I wish I could show vozinha to all kids who take their life after one failed exam he literally picked Garbage at 25 then started playing in his late 20s and now at 40 he's delivered his best game at fifa world cup event against one of the most domiant teams.
People would have you believe that your life is over if you don't XYZ thing by a certain age but the truth is that It just takes just one BIG WIN to cancel out all the loses of life but you have to believe, work and live for that WIN.
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
I think it's better to think of yourself as a not-so-good person who tries everyday to do right by people than to think of yourself as a good person who tries not to do wrong. To me, the former is freeing and more compatible with the human condition.
🔥🚨BREAKING: Hip-Hop fans are claiming Dr. Fauci almost killed Grammy wing rapper Kendrick Lamar cousin Baby Keem after he revealed he almost died taking the vaccine in his new track "Circus Circus Free$tyle."
"I almost died when I took the vaccine / I was gone for two years, down bad, reflecting"
Dr. Russell Barkley, drawing from 20+ years of twin studies, behavior genetics, and neuroimaging: Parenting isn't engineering a blank slate—it's shepherding a unique genetic mosaic already loaded with 400+ psychological traits that emerge mostly on their own timetable.
You provide the pasture: safe, nourishing environments with adequate (not excessive) stimulation, protection from harm, and access to rich out-of-home influences (peers, schools, neighborhoods, community—the biggest shaper after genetics, per Judith Harris in The Nurture Assumption).
But you don't redesign the sheep. No prenatal Mozart, no overload of crib toys turns threshold development into engineered genius. Extra stimulation past basics yields diminishing returns; "more is better" is a cultural illusion, not biology.
Data is stark: Parental influence on core traits peaks before 7, plummets to ~6% in teens, hits zero after 21. Knowledge transfers via exposure—yes. Personality, abilities, temperament? Largely genetics + broader world.
This frees parents from crushing guilt ("If my child struggles, I failed"). Instead: Curate wisely, then enjoy watching the individual unfold. Open the Chardonnay, kick back—the show is brief.
Short of abuse/neglect/malnutrition, in-home tweaks are often trivial next to where you choose to live and the doors it opens.
Shepherd, not engineer. Let them grow into who they already are.
Does this shift relieve pressure—or challenge how you view "success" in raising kids?
Unpopular framing of this issue, but dating apps are terrible for women. Optionality is not an advantage. It’s almost always the enemy of human happiness, and it inevitably rots the soul when prolonged. The more romantic options a woman is consciously aware of, the less likely it becomes that she’ll ever find real love.
I know women who churn through situationship after situationship—they’re cynical and paranoid, hardly any softness or vulnerability left, dopamine circuits fried, habituated to performing calculations & computations over the men they encounter instead of actually *meeting* them. It’s a miserable & lonely state of being that reinforces itself