If I had to name people who have influenced my life the most — not counting parents, teachers and other usual suspects whose very job is to influence you — the most surprising person on the list would probably be Mike Judge, the creator of Beavis and Butt-Head, Office Space, etc. Now, I was too young for Beavis and Butt-Head, never really got into King of the Hill and even though I appreciated the humor of Office Space I was merficuflly never exposed to that kind of office culture. No, Judge’s influence stems from a single movie, and in fact it was only the first five minutes of that movie that made a difference. I am of course talking about the introduction to Idiocracy (2006), in which a crude thought experiment pitted a WASP-ish couple of intellectuals against three trailers worth of rednecks and wondered which would result in more progeny.
No, the hereditary case for intelligence doesn’t make much sense, and the intro’s reliance on the pseudoscientific concept of IQ now seems quaint. But the fate of the two WASPs, ever waiting for better times to have children — or, more likely, the one-and-done — until it was far too late, this rang true. It was a good warning for someone just about to graduate from medical school (2008) and start what can be a never-ending journey of post-graduate medical education in the US (2010–2017).
More importantly, my then-medical student colleague, now-wife saw the same movie and had the same thoughts. If all goes well — and this late in the game, it better — we will welcome our fourth child into the world next month.
It is therefore with great interest that I read Scott Sumner’s most recent article which for once had a good and descriptive headline: Billionaire baby boom. And he has some interesting observations:
Fertility rates seem to follow a sort of U-shape. People in central Africa are too poor to afford very many luxuries, so children become the focus of their lives. Upper middle-class professionals have enough wealth to provide themselves with all sorts of fun activities, but not enough to provide full time caregivers for their children. Billionaires have so much money that they can farm out the difficult parts of raising children to servants, and just do the fun stuff like playing with their kids.
Note that it goes without saying that the upper middle-class professionals would want to outsource care for their children, and pay for it handsomely. Also left unspoken is the secret wish of every upper middle-class parent for their children to go to an elite university, which means a certain high school, and middle school, and… no wonder you would want to stick to just the one.
Thankfully, Nassim Taleb’s Incerto innoculated me against that kind of thinking, and frequent exposure to products of the above system acts as a booster of sorts. Limiting how many children you have so that you could raise one certified IYI would be a very IYI thing to do.
Living in DC, we are very much the outliers in any social circle you can imagine. “You must be really disappointed” is what a (single child) friend said to our 13-year-old. And everyone assumes the baby was a complete surprise (it wasn’t). We do hear a lot of “I don’t have children so that I can have a glass of wine in a restaurant at 6pm”. That’s fine. From my experience in health care those kinds of lives tend not to be as fullfilled in old age, but that could just be selection bias.
Anyway, you can definitely have more than one or two children without being a billionaire, and have a reasonably good lifestyle at that. In fact, better lifestyle than anyone ever in the history of humanity including royalty, other than in the last ~100 years. Factor that in when you make your own decisions.
Most hotels have introduced a bunch of cost-cutting measures under the guise of “saving the environment”, but this is something I can get behind. Even the tiniest leftovers are good for making your own liquid soap.
Don’t go to Maine, it sucks.
📺 The Night Of (2016) we somehow missed when it first came out nine years ago (!?) but it was well worth revisiting. These kind of competent dramas with a deeper message than just whodunnit have become rare — was Mare of Easttown the last one? — particularly ones that feel like they were set in an actual place and not a softly-focused, sterilized backdrop of Netflixland.
The complete package is high enough quality to compensate for a few annoying stereotypes. Cutting to a street scene full of Southeast Asian pedestrians milling about? Queue vaguely ethnic music with a techno beat. Our innocent protagonist is sent to a penitentiary like a lamb for slaughter? Queue the wise black inmate to provide advice and protection… but is he himself in fact a wolf?
That whole prison story was a needless diversion, a sped-up Walter White to Heisenberg transformation which detracted from (to me) the more important message about the criminal justice system and all human systems in general. It says that competence in a profession is indistinguishable from obsession, is driven by annoyance not love, and is powerless against the greatest force of human civilization — institutional inertia. Application to medicine comes immediately to mind, a case of missed diagnosis standing in for wrongfully charging someone with murder. Now that would be a show to watch.
🍿 One Battle After Another (2025) was, I imagine, the best movie I will have seen this year. I went into the theater not knowing anything about it except that it is a PTA movie starring DiCaprio, and for the first few minutes I had to orient myself on whether it was set in the present day or the 1970s — initially because of the subject matter, but mostly because of the (beautiful, unforgettable) cinematography that resulted in more than one iconic scene. Should I remind you that I see the late 1960s/early 70s as the pinnacle of American movie-making? This is as firm a recommendation as you will get from me to go see a movie.
🍿 Weapons (2025) brought me back hope that Americans still know how to make movies. It is a simple story well told, which trusts the audience to make the appropriate inferences — important for a competent horror — and has an overarching point to make on the bias towards normalcy. Will re-watch!
There isn’t one, because we still don’t know how acetaminophen works.
Aspirin has been in use for thousands of years and what it does to the body was a mystery for 90% of that time. But no more: ibuprofen, diclofenac and other NSAIDs all use the same mechanism, inhibition of two enzymes that promote inflammation, cause platelets to be sticky, but also destroy your stomach lining. We tried to get cute and selectively inhibit only one of those enzymes because the other caused gastritis, but that didn’t go well. That part of the aspirin family tree was cut short. There is, however, a whole separate branch that builds on aspirin’s effect on platelets. The more we know the more we don’t know, and at the edges of our knowledge lie new drugs.
The acetaminophen family tree is a stump. On one hand this isn’t a surprise: we have only known about it for 150 or so years. But then pure aspirin was synthesized around the same time — it was just willow bark extract Acetaminophen was derived from coal tar so it is, in fact, coal tar extract. Somewhat off-putting for something to be taken by mouth, though coal tar can do wonders for dandruff. before the late 19th century — and look at how much we have learned since then. The best we have come up with is that acetaminophen works sort of the same way as aspirin, but only in “the central nervous system”. Vagueness covering for ignorance, like The cure? Heavy cream and butter. generic life “stress” causing stomach ulcers.
Our knowledge gaps are so large that we still can’t agree on the name. Is it acetaminophen (APAP for tired interns who hand-wrote their notes) or paracetamol? Or just Tylenol? More vagueness.
Which is to say, there can be no mechanistic arguments for APAP risks and benefits as we know nothing about the mechanism: all inferences must be made empirically. And our 150 years' worth of popping coal tar pills have shown them to be safe for everything but the liver.
Still, it is worth acknowledging that APAP is a molecule extracted from coal tar whose mechanism of action is unknown but has something to do with the central nervous system. If someone described such a drug and then asked whether it could be behind some disorders of the brain, would you find the question completely whackadoodle? I would not. And would in any case practice myself and recommend to my patients via negativa, whenever possible and sensible.
The number of ways in which one can spend money for biomedical science is infinite. America has sunk trillions into genetics research, with a few important wins to show for it but not nearly as many as hoped for in the early 2000s. For those too young to remember, this is the time when media were full of headlines about scientists finding the gene for x, where x was everything from hypertension to obesity to being gay. None of them panned out. Would a fraction of that being allocated to figuring out how one of the most widely-used drugs actually works be such a waste?