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A reader asked me to define narcissism. I’m happy to oblige — it’s a word I know intimately.

A glossary of sorts — what I actually mean when I say “compulsion” and “addiction,” and why the distinction matters more than you might think.

A reader responds, thoughtfully and at length, to my earlier post on teen sexuality.

I keep circling back to this one, because smart people I admire keep getting it wrong in the same way.

The feeling I fear most is the one I’ve spent years seeking out.

Life is good. More anon.

In case you missed it: stop rape.

Two women at my gym who make working out genuinely dangerous.

Freud is my bartender, and I’d like to tell you what he’s been serving me.

What girls wanted wasn’t badness. What they didn’t want was niceness. It took me decades to understand the difference.