Christian Rudder Quotes
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Until thirty, a woman prefers slightly older guys; afterward, she likes them slightly younger.
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Twitter, Reddit, Tumblr, Instagram, all these companies are businesses first, but, as a close second, they’re demographers of unprecedented reach, thoroughness, and importance. Practically as an accident, digital data can now show us how we fight, how we love, how we age, who we are, and how we’re changing. All we have to do is look
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Tonight, some thirty thousand couples will have their first date because of OkCupid. Roughly three thousand of them will end up together long-term. Two hundred of those will get married, and many of them, of course, will have kids. There are children alive and pouting today, grouchy little humans refusing to put their shoes on right now, who would never have existed but for the whims of our HTML.
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Men and women perform a different sexual calculus. As Harper’s put it perfectly: “Women are inclined to regret the sex they had, and men the sex they didn’t.
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The laws involved are so broadly written as to ensure that, essentially, every Internet-using American is a tort-feasing felon on a lifelong spree of depraved web browsing.
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Algorithms are crude. Computers are machines. Data science is trying to make digital sense of an analog world.
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You write how you write, wherever you write.
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Nostalgia used to be called mal du Suisse - the Swiss sickness.
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If we want to pick the point where a man’s sexual appeal has reached its limit, it’s there: forty.
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On Facebook, 58 percent of fake profiles are “female bisexuals” versus
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Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory normal person + anonymity + audience = total fuckwad
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Phish might’ve already given it away, but inside the white man rages a music festival for lumberjacks.
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Sitewide, the copy-and-paste strategy underperforms from-scratch messaging by about 25 percent, but in terms of effort-in to results-out it always wins: measuring by replies received per unit effort, it’s many times more efficient to just send everyone roughly the same thing than to compose a new message each time.
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I don’t like the dinosaur in this graphic. It looks too fake. Use a real photo of a dinosaur instead.
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He's completely correct, for as with music, as with movies, and as with a wide variety of human phenomena: a flaw is a powerful thing. Even at the person-to-person level, to be universally liked is to be relatively ignored. To be disliked by some is to be loved all the more by others.
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But realize this: we are living through writing’s Cambrian explosion, not its mass extinction. Language is more varied than ever before, even if some of it is directly copied from the clipboard—variety is the preservation of an art, not a threat to it.
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When you want to learn about how people write, their unpolished, unguarded words are the best place to start, and we have reams of them.
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Bass Ale’s triangle logo was the first registered trademark in the English-speaking world, and today that sturdy oldness is a big part of the brand’s appeal.
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51 percent of women and 18 percent of men have had or would like to have a same-sex experience.
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The highbrow/lowbrow schizophrenia of Twitter never stops amazing me. It’s the Chris Farley of technologies.
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There will be more words written on Twitter in the next two years than contained in all books ever printed.
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The real moral here is: be yourself and be brave about it. Certainly trying to fit in, just for its own sake, is counterproductive.
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It’s that having haters somehow induces everyone else to want you more. People not liking you somehow brings you more attention entirely on its own.
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Think about the progression of a young relationship. Two people meet for the first time in person. Talk, drink, get to know each other. Next, if there is a next, is the apartments. The unfamiliar number on the door, a brass handle where yours is steel. The strange but pleasant smell of another person’s sheets. Shampoos in the shower, used, but new to you. Loganberry: Okay, why not? Back at your place next time, she opens the fridge, and it’s just … mustards. Sorry.