Greg Scaduto

The Quiet Way Men Love On quiet devotion of men and the invisible sacrifices of women

We’ve built a culture where men are spoken to like poorly trained pets, and women are told they owe men no curiosity at all. Then we act baffled by collapsing marriages and rising loneliness.

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YouTube video by Neon Galactic w/James Faulk Writing your resurrection: Greg Scaduto on UAPs, technology, & the power of integrity -- Neon G.

@gregscaduto.bsky.social and I explore UAP, the human soul, technology, writing, and the issue of high finance in UFO world. Does being rich automatically make you suspect? Is AI the demiurge unbound? How does one write their own resurrection? #ufosky
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Loved talking to you, James. Hope we can chat again sometime soon, podcast or not!

Just a Person, Talking What I learned from Maeve DuVally about the transgender community

Hello ma’am - I wrote this as a white finance bro to help my people understand this issue. Maybe you’ll appreciate this: open.substack.com/pub/gregscad...

Wow you spared this person the six-month Ayn Rand phase every earnest 19-year-old has before they discover feelings

People who type “good morning” into a meeting chat at the beginning of a 350-person Zoom call after several dozen people have already said good morning, why?

Sex is included within the broader business justification I identified

The answer seems fairly obvious: Humanoid robots can use the world as it already exists.

BE HONEST:

When was the last time anyone here has read 60 pages from a printed book in one sitting?

Correct, no danger from her, or quite frankly any young lady. It was an awkward phase of my life and I lacked the confidence to approach women during those accidental moments of sobriety.

Had to look her up because I want you to think I’m an exacting reader of the zeitgeist. I graduated in 2012 so we were definitely there at the same time. Seems like she has an affinity for the humanities and older, powerful men, which (to be fair) places her in the mainstream cohort at Fordham.

Please do not use sex words like that on my page. Thanks.

I was dead serious. Thanks again. Sorry I went to Fordham.

Would you mind rephrasing that in a way that would be actionable for someone like your father, or someone who has never used social media? I’m a strong intuitive though, and I want to do whatever you’re recommending. I can feel it.

I just joined yesterday and the gulf between X and Bluesky in users’ good faith and cognitive horsepower has me falling off my chair.

Thank you for your kindness - I was aware of the archive in concept, but I thought you had to be a nerd to know how to use it

Spoke with @gregscaduto.bsky.social about this over the summer, and one thing I’ve noticed about my newest students, whose time in high school wasn’t interrupted by Covid, is that the Covid effects are starting to wane.

Is it possible to post a gift link? Sorry, I’m not very liquid right now. Thank you ma’am.

I’ve been familiar with your work since I was 15 because I’d wanted to be an FBI agent since I first watched Donnie Brasco at age 10. I’m now 35 and have overcome the existential unraveling described in the essay. It’s a shame they select only for sociopaths and Mormons, and nothing in between.

Love to hear this!

Maybe the most radical act of love is to look across the dinner table and say:

I see what you carry. And I won’t pretend it’s weightless.

But they do hurt us. They drain marriages of their tenderness and leave people feeling alone inside the very relationships that were meant to be their refuge.

Modern life tells us to pretend these pressures don’t exist. We make jokes about them; dismiss them as weakness; pass them on to our kids, as if refusing to name the wound could keep it from bleeding.

These forces aren’t symmetrical and they’re not competing tragedies. They’re parallel stories of exhaustion – two quiet forms of attrition that leave both partners feeling unseen in different ways.

For men, there is an equally invisible burden: the unspoken demand to be endlessly successful, tirelessly competent, unwaveringly strong. To be a provider of both security and solace, and to look “fine” while quietly breaking.

These acts are so constant, so seamlessly woven into family life, that they disappear. They’re treated as nothing at all – until they stop, and everything collapses.

For women, it’s the steady erosion of the self by a thousand small obligations: the dinners planned, the birthday cards remembered, the invisible scaffolding that holds up the lives of others.

Women endure thankless, invisible labor.
Men endure thankless, invisible pressure.

We almost never talk honestly about either.

I just came over here from X, that algorithmic hellscape of conflict and derision, tended by robots who learned their manners from street brawlers and curated with all the discernment of a hungover customs officer. Please be my friend. I’m a little lonely.

The Unmaking of the Reader, Part 2: Please Identify the Verb A portrait of education’s missing pieces and one professor’s quest to replace them

Brown professor and social media miscreant @jonathanbfine.bsky.social says his students struggle to read. When this was posted on the r/Teachers subreddit, close to a third of the 3,000 responses said “what’s the guy’s race have to do with it?”

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