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Frog print from the Meika gafu (名家画譜, picture album) by Matsumoto Hoji, 1814.
this frog is how we feel about 2020 so far :(
Stop Blowhard Syndrome
When I express any shred of doubt about whether I deserve or am qualified for something, people often try to reassure me that I am just experiencing impostor syndrome. About 10% of the time, it’s true. Amelia Greenhall’s excellent piece, however, has inspired me to clear up a big misconception about what is happening the other 90% of the time.
While there are a few situations that make me feel insecure, I am, for the most part, an excellent judge of what I’m capable of. Expressing a reasonable amount of doubt and concern about a situation that is slightly outside my comfort zone is normal, responsible behavior. Understanding my limits and being willing to acknowledge them is, in fact, one of my strengths. I don’t think it should be pathologized alongside the very real problem of “impostor syndrome”.
In fact, it is the opposite behavior—the belief that you can do anything, including things you are blatantly not qualified for or straight up lying about—should be pathologized. It has many names (Dunning-Krueger, illusory superiority), but I suggest we call it blowhard syndrome as a neat parallel. Blowhard syndrome is all around us, but I have a special fondness in my heart for the example my friend Nicole has taxidermied on her Twitter profile.
Just to be clear, I’m not mad at anyone who has tried to reassure me by telling me I have impostor syndrome, and I recognize it as a real problem that lots of talented people struggle with. But I am furious at a world in which women and POC are being told to be as self-confident as a group of mostly white dudes who are basically delusional megalomaniacs. We’re great the way we are, level-headed self-assessments and all. Stop rewarding them for being jackasses.
My totally reasonable amount of self-confidence is not a syndrome; dudes' bloated senses of self-worth and the expectations we’ve built around them are. Correct accordingly.
Randomly saw a tweet today that reminded me of this post, so I came back to find it. Still relevant.
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How come one fat man can stop the trolley, but infinite people who are infinitely closely packed cannot?
And management actually *implemented* that, instead of deciding that whichever side was most horrified was the real mother and letting them keep their indentation style?
Yup.
Also I have at this point realized that tabs, 2 indent and 4 indent are all valid choices for different code bases, and that Python and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race.
I unironically think 3 spaces is a perfectly cromulent indentation width. It’s not like there’s any real reason you want indentation width to be a power of 2. It’s a number representing a width, it’s a perfect example of a situation where taking the number in the middle is a great compromise in terms of giving everyone a little bit of what they want.
I mean “use tabs, and set your own tab width however you like” is clearly the sanest way, but idk some software in the dark ages or some shit had trouble with this? there are people out there with dev setups that can’t handle doing tabs? there are organizations checking code into their repos with zero automatic checking? it’s a hell world
dev setups that can’t handle doing tabs?
GitHub. You can just say GitHub.
(And also a lot of other tooling, but GitHub is probably one of the most impactful ones because code review.)
You can use editorconfig to tell GitHub to use whatever tab width you want, but it will randomly ignore it and display your tabs as 8-wide anyway.
Haha, I also unironically think three spaces is ideal, but I’ve only ever mentioned it to one other programmer, and I got the predictable reaction 🙄 honestly though it will never happen, consistency with existing code is more important.
On CTIA v. City of Berkeley
We filed our opposition to CTIA’s petition asking the Supreme Court to review the 9th Circuit’s conclusion that there is absolutely nothing wrong with Berkeley’s health and safety warning about cell phones. Here’s a clue to why no court in this FOUR YEAR litigation has yet to agree with CTIA — it’s effectively the same warning that the FCC requires manufacturers to include in every cell phone manual, just applied to retailers, not manufacturers, and no one, ever, has challenged that “compelled speech” by the FCC, including CTIA. You can read the opposition here.
But here’s a pro-tip for anyone trying to understand what this case is about. The issue before the Court has nothing — let me repeat, NOTHING — to do with whether cell phones cause cancer or any other harm to individuals. The issue — and really, the only issue — is whether a local jurisdiction must survive intermediate First Amendment scrutiny before it may require a health and safety warning.
That sounds a bit law-geek-like, but it is critically important. This is a classic example of what Elena Kagan was describing when she charged conservatives with “weaponizing” the First Amendment. Because the single and most obvious consequence of such a NEW rule would be exactly what conservatives want here — the end of the practical ability for local jurisdictions to regulate through mandatory warnings. This is, as we’ve said from the start of this case, the ghost of Lochner in the guise of the First Amendment.
You may not like safety warnings. I share a skeptical view about the utility of many of them. But never in the Supreme Court’s history has it applied intermediate First Amendment review to a mandatory health and safety warning. That’s why, in the last case where conservatives were trying to weaponize the First Amendment in this way, Justice Thomas wrote that the Court did “not question the legality of health and safety warnings long considered permissible.” National Institute of Family and Life Advocates v. Becerra, 138 S. Ct. 2361, 2376 (2018). Yet here is the CTIA asking the Court to create a new First Amendment barrier to something “long considered permissible.”
So if you’re thinking or writing about this case, please — at the very least —don’t become a tool of the CTIA publicity department. I’m happy to defend the substance of the Berkeley ordinance — which simply directs people to the manual if they want to avoid exceeding FCC RF exposure limits. But this cert petition raises an issue much much bigger than Berkeley’s ordinance. Focus on that forest, not on this tree.
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“Back in the day we couldn’t leave East Germany. The only foreigners we could meet were international students at our university. But all contact was forbidden. It was the law. He was a law student from North Vietnam. He was seven years older than me. Even today we argue about the first time we met, but I believe we were waiting in line for a meal. He was so beautiful, especially his eyes. He had such sad eyes. He’d driven a truck during the war, so he’d seen so much: the bombings, the bodies, the destruction. But part of him was so soft. He could love so much. We met secretly. I snuck through windows and back entrances. We slept on a mattress on the floor of my dorm room. If we’d ever been seen, he’d have been deported. I never realized I could be a liar. But I made up so many stories. I even hid it from my friends. It always seemed like a temporary love story. He had to go home after graduation, so we always felt the end was near. But we kept applying for visa extensions, until finally the police came to our apartment. I made one last desperate attempt. I wrote a letter to a German writer who was known to be politically connected. I told him our entire story, and asked for help. He wrote back right before Christmas. He said that everything had been arranged. He’d spoken to his friends in the Politburo, and my husband would be allowed to stay in the country.” (Berlin, Germany)