In a twisted scene straight out of a raunchy 70s Ted Mark novel, where the US President (a parody of Richard Nixon), undergoing a psychiatric evaluation, was asked by one doctor whether he was attracted to his mother, before another inquired if he had ever acted on it — I too was facing a similar situation, but in a woke mid-2020s fashion. First, I was asked whether I identified as male, and next if I had the necessary hardware provided by Mother Nature. And no, this wasn’t some gender rights imbroglio I unwittingly got into, but a questionnaire from a US-based Impact Startup Fund for their fellowship program, one whose DEI agenda took precedence over their green credentials. The rest of the questions were pretty staid: what you’re doing, why, who benefits, and so on. Until my eyes stumbled upon one for which I had no ready answer. It was like being back in college, sitting for a Corporate Finance paper — a subject I utterly detested, never understood, and had zero interest in the...
Field notes from an inconvenient life… No motivational crap, no hacks, no pink tint. My life as it actually unfolded. I would have happily dedicated it all to the exploration of love and sex...but the lack of copious experience inhibits me from providing any worthwhile insights...