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We men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.

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.