I know how you feel (with the low engagement stuff layely, not the puking). I've got a lot of reading and commenting to catch up on, including your AI post.

Feel better, Doc.

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So sorry you're going through that!

I just discovered that you're part of the guy club, some of whom ran with the term Tonic Masculinity. One of my readers had sent me links, saying that a lot of people were scooping my term. Here's my original comment on Charles Eisenstein's I Like to Fight: Tereza Coraggio Nov 27, 2022: "This does my heart good. I think we need a world that puts children at the center, surrounded by women, who are surrounded by men. Tonic masculinity."

Jay Rollins, Writes The Wonderland Rules: Stealing "tonic masculinity."

Tereza Coraggio: Yes please! I was hoping someone would. It took me a minute to figure out what the opposite of toxic would be.

Jay Rollins, Jan 18: Me and the boys took it and ran with it. :-D

So Jay wrote Tate Modern on Jan 10, John Carter wrote Tonic Masculinity on the 14th saying "I stole that from Jay Rollins, and I’m not giving it back." On Jan 19, Harrison Koehli on Political Ponerology writes "What is a man? Quality masculinity is tonic masculinity" citing John Carter and with a clever gin & tonic photo and then Luc Koch does What is Tonic Masculinity? citing all three.

I'd like to incite you to further thievery ;-) I think it's wonderful that it's taken on a life of it's own but it's become, perhaps, the opposite of how I defined it--at least for John Carter who bemoans that courts "give mothers custody to raise boys like defective girls." If so inclined, as a father of three daughters, I'd love to hear how you'd define it. I'll certainly do my own but I feel that you'd have a nuanced perspective.

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Probably food poison. No such thing as "stomach flu".

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Feel better, Doc. Pukey no funny.

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It must be a mutation of Covid, beat it with baking soda and inhaling vapor. I beat the bioweapon twice using my technique/strategy.

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