convexer’s dumpster site

Hi, my name is not convexer and this is my garbage site. I created this site because I wanted a place where I could be my full & terrible self without worrying too hard about making a positive impression.

Topics of interest include personal shit, gender politics, regular politics, and the modern workplace. I don’t really proofread my posts, so let me know if I say anything that’s just wrong.

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“If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”

: In service of what?

I have talked myself out of buying a new (refurbished) laptop like seven times in as many days. $600 seems like a lot of money that I could be saving for a rainy day or cozier retirement or house (hah!).

Similarly, when I have free time after work, I consistently use it to try to develop my brand (not the convexer brand—that’s an anti-brand—but networking and toiling in service of my realname brand which pays the bills) or learn some fancy new skill. Make no mistake, I love the work I do and I love learning new things. But there are two wolves within me, and the one with all the ambition drives me to overexertion sometimes. When I finally make it to 7pm, my brain is so depleted that I “need”(?) to do some stupid phone scrolling to decompress.

An endless loop of scrunching and unscrunching.

In the hypothetical retirement where I have $600 extra from not buying a laptop at the end of 2025, and perhaps a few more from being promoted for pressing good computer buttons, what would I be doing instead of the phone scrolling and self-flagellation?

I guess at the bottom of all the pressures that have scrunched me up so tight is a vision of cool vacations with ym SO, a dream crafts room, and a big, heavy library of the sort one regrets when moving homes. In the abstract, I do have interests. But I don’t really have much practice at enjoying them.

Planning vacations stresses me out. Picking restaurants stresses me out. Adding items to cart stresses me out. All I can think about is the money and time draining away.

New year’s resolution: recreation.

: Turning off the guestbook

Turning off the guestbook for this site to save a few bucks a month. It was mainly an educational project for me anyway and I have other ideas that I want to play with and could benefit from an always-on VM.

There were only a few posts on there (people usually just email me) but I have a backup of the database; might try to extract it as a static page or something.

: Upon reflection

I posted last week (wait, shit, two weeks ago?) about this manchild guy in my office who has awful coping mechanisms and likes to terrorize other people. That post was written from a place of frustration with some of my female colleagues, who have their own maladaptive coping mechanisms to deal with the manchild, namely, they baby and coddle him in a way that reinforces the bad behavior.

I got a lot of feedback on that post, both on the 32-bit Cafe forum and when discussing the ideas in it with people IRL. Some people took pains to point out to me something that I already knew (but didn’t take time to emphasize in the post), which is that I should have compassion for the fact that these women are likely bringing their own past/trauma into the interaction and I can’t hold them responsible for fixing the manchild. Of course I can’t! The purpose of my post was not to assign blame; it was to describe a social phenomenon. The real enemy in this situation is the manchild; let’s be clear about that.

What I did come to appreciate, though, from the discussions that spun out of that post, is that I, too, am a victim and enabler of the manchild’s antics as well. xixxii pointed this out. I clocked this guy as a difficult colleague pretty early on, and developed a strategy of engaging with him a little bit and mostly leaving him to his devices that minimizes our negative interactions and has prevented our relationship from deteriorating to the point where words like “accountability” would enter the picture. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a victim, because in fact I have to operate around him in a hypervigilant state, watching my words and actions to avoid setting him off; this is unnecessary emotional labor that he imposes on me. And it’s enabling in the sense that I could give him even less positive feedback than I do now, at the risk of forcing a confrontation that might put myself on the line.

My thoughts on this aren’t completely settled. Clearly, there is a spectrum of enablement and victimhood; I think that my colleagues’ behavior is more encouraging of the manchild’s abuse than (for example) mine is, but I also recognize that the extent of their enablement probably reflects the extent of their victimhood (both from him and from people before him who taught them these responses).


It’s difficult to write about Enablement as a topic in any sort of particular way. We all know that narcissists, psychopaths, and abusers benefit from circles of enablers who supply the abuser with positive reinforcement, whether it’s because they seek some myopic gain by allying themselves with the Big Guy or because they have formed a trauma bond. We all recognize this as a social phenomenon.

But once you start to talk about the particulars, it’s hard to say anything specific without wading into controversy. Here is a particular abuser; here is his victim; here is how the abuser garners sympathy (he was abused as a child; he has a disability); here is how others, including the victim, enable him. Just stating those simple facts already begins to sound like victim blaming, even if your intention is to elucidate facts and identify a path to ending the abuse.

: Office wild child being enabled by his victims

There’s this guy in his 40s at my office who is a bit of a wild child. I think the gen Z way to describe him would be “emotionally disregulated.” He likes to get pissed off and irritated for no reason, yell obscenities into the void, occasionally slam his fists down on his desk (or mine), share morbid memes, etc. Wild Child is not pissed off at anything in particular; certainly there are stressful aspects of our work, but only he responds to the stress by flying off the handle.

This is not an unusual story—man with bad coping mechanisms—but what is weirding me out is the gendered differences in how others in the office cope with Wild Child’s outbursts. Most of the guys in the office, including me, recognize that attempting to comfort Wild Child is a fool’s errand, so instead we greet him with neutral banter, exchange fatalistic jokes about the state of the world, let him vent for a minute, then get on with our days.

There are two women, though, who cannot seem to decide what to make of him. In private, both have told me separately that they think he is a menace and are surprised he is still employed. But in actual, real life they provide him with ample positive feedback for his misbehavior. I’m talking handwritten notes of encouragement on a bad day, out-of-the-blue compliments, unsolicited small talk about his family and weekend plans, exchanging personal phone numbers. I mean, I hate to be a bitch, but nobody goes out of their way to extend such niceties to me, and I think the fact that I don’t throw a daily tantrum and require pacification has to do with it. The incentives are not aligned!

How should I make sense of the way my female colleagues engage in such openly enabling behavior? Are they just … afraid? Wild Child is not their supervisor, so this isn’t a simple power dynamic; in fact, the sum of all his outbursts is more than enough leverage to get him disciplined if they want to go that route.

So more likely it is some kind of internalized misogyny. I find that believable—one of these women is a very status-driven, political type and I can see how this type of behavior might fit with her strategy. The other woman is the first woman’s protege; she is quite intelligent and self-aware, but sort of a “follower” and likes to have someone set the tone for her.

What frustrates me is like, I feel a vague sense of responsibility, as someone who recognizes Wild Child as an agent of the patriarchy or whatever, to

  1. Refrain from enabling him, and
  2. Protect others from being victimized by his antics

But 1 is a total flop, because he is getting positive reinforcement not from me, but from attractive young women (!), so what do my actions matter? And 2 is paternalistic—I’m neither of my colleagues’ dad, spouse, or therapist, so it’s not my job to call out their enabling behavior, nor can I speak on their behalf and confront Wild Child directly.

Instead, I have to just sit here and watch the world become less and less fair before my eyes.

: Is there such a thing as a “reliable source” online anymore?

In school, we all learned about reliable sources online using a sort of pyramid metaphor, with .gov and .edu websites at the top, followed by mainstream newspapers and magazines, and random blogs and bullshit at the bottom. If your teacher was bad, Wikipedia belonged to the latter category; if your teacher was good, they would point out that it can be a good place to get an overview but then you should click on the citations and follow through.

Everything was so neat and tidy then, right? It was very easy to follow up the warning of “You can’t trust everything you read online” with the reassurance of “But there is great information if you know where to look.” I don’t think this is true anymore.

Oddly, the most reliable and quick source for information of the form “just give me a basic overview of what this thing is” is often an LLM itself these days—they just give you concise bullets, no frills, and you can control the prompt, e.g. by asking it for a best-effort summary of both sides of a debate, unlike the LLM summaries that you encounter on websites, which are skewed toward a particular point of view.

Unfortunately, that won’t last long, because all the LLM chatbots are now connected back to Google search, meaning that instead of hallucinating average information (which is at least sometimes useful), they will begin reporting authentic, misleading information as found on Google, which has been overrun with LLM bullshit. You know what I’m saying? LLMs have stepped in to fill a gap that Google stopped servicing around 2015 or so, but they are now undermining their main value proposition precisely by being so cheap. Soon, asking GPT for laptop recommendations will be equivalent to asking an LLM to summarize the top clickbait article on Google with some dumb title like “top 10 laptops in 2025,” and it won’t take long after that for the AI companies to just make explicit marketing deals to put product placement in LLM responses.

The only websites I can sort of trust these days for reliable information about what’s happening in the world are basically legacy news websites. But even those have particular topics they like to showcase more than others. And it creates an epistemological problem when you have no reference point by which to judge the newspapers themselves as credible or not. Even the phrase “mainstream media” has positive/negative associations that depend on your political beliefs.

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: Untitled

: Untitled