There was an awful moment in maybe 1997 when the thriving creative tech neighborhood of Soma in San Francisco suddenly started to attract business school guys in long-sleeved blue button-down shirts. They would appear in groups of three around South Park and drink expensive espresso and you could see their utter soullessness and depravity as they sought to convert life and excitement into personal wealth, high-end golf clubs, ocean views, trophy wives.
@stevenbodzin@anildash@Aaronvegh Things will continue to get worse as long as people writing pieces like this still unabashedly put their Twitter handle in their bio. There isn’t any excuse anymore.
@anildash : "I talk to young founders these days and for them, there’s no other world than the Trump world. I ask them what inspired them to go into tech and they say they read Marc Andreessen’s manifesto, they read Peter Thiel’s books, and I think, “Oh, your brain’s cooked.” They come in pre-pickled. But everyone else who could have told an alternate narrative has been hounded out of the industry."
One of these guys, after failing to become a millionaire, joined a writers group that I had somehow come to lead after all the founders disappeared. He wrote a memoir of how he went from being a Harvard frat kid most interested in getting ripped lats to becoming a passionate creative tech weirdo. Naturally it all flowed through riding a bike. Interesting cat!