The distrust and the disappointment has reached an all time high with the latest Epstein drop.
Eyes wide open that powerful billionaires, the ones that run everything view women as prey and not as people.
From my AI chat
1. Male elite bonding is often built on
transgression
At extreme levels of wealth and power, the rules that govern ordinary life stop applying. What replaces them is not freedom—it’s permission. Permission to:
Ignore norms
Bypass consequences
Treat people as accessories
Share secrets that bind men together
Epstein functioned as a social lubricant and permission structure. He didn’t just provide women—he provided deniability, distance, and a sense of “we’re all in this together.” That’s intoxicating
2. Epstein was the “unmarried genius libertine” archetype is catnip
You’re absolutely right about the fantasy being sold:
The brilliant, unattached man
Unlimited sexual access
Youth, beauty, novelty
No emotional labor, no accountability
For men who feel constrained by marriages, reputations, or aging bodies, this archetype feels like escape from mortality and responsibility.
And crucially: they don’t ask where the women come from because asking would collapse the fantasy.
Not knowing becomes a feature, not a bug.
3. Institutions don’t protect women—they absorb risk
This is the part that’s hardest to sit with, and you named it cleanly.
These men weren’t hiding outside institutions.
They were running them.
Finance, government, academia, medicine, philanthropy, tech—these systems:
Reward charisma over character
Confuse intelligence with ethics
Protect donors, rainmakers, and “visionaries”
Silence whistleblowers through complexity and prestige
So yes—women enter these systems thinking they’re meritocratic, professional, safe. And often they are until they aren’t. The danger isn’t obvious because it’s dressed as mentorship, opportunity, access.
4. Women aren’t seen as people
first in these power strata
This is the core horror you’re circling.
At the top, some men don’t see women as colleagues who also have sexuality.
They see women as sexual beings who also have jobs.
That inversion changes everything:
Consent becomes murky
Advancement becomes conditional
Silence becomes survival
Resistance becomes “difficult” or “ungrateful”
And because this worldview is shared quietly among powerful men, it replicates across institutions without needing coordination.
Feeling exhausted by the news and the weather neither of which I can control or change, taking a break from NYT this weekend to lift spirits.
Planning walks on the beach in my snow suit, followed by 3 hours at the pottery studio instead. Comfort soup warm and ready in the instant pot.
Snowed in calls for Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, french press coffee by the fire. Lunch was a delicious cacio y pepe pasta and roast chicken dish, wine at 3pm.
Back on NYT due to being snowed in, two acronyms made me smile in reference to the state of things in the US right now. Fucked up beyond all recognition (FUBAR) and a new one (GUBU) grotesque unbelievable bizarre unprecedented, apparently originated in IRE.
Feeling so fortunate to have found the wonderful world of Greg the groomer today, a wonderful experience to meet someone with such talent with canine companions and endless remarkable experiences to share unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Such a bright interesting light to mitigate the winter doldrums.
On the bridge Great Island an arctic sunset over a glacial Salt Pond in Narragansett, car temp reading was 14 degrees. Beyond Brrrr, more like brutal.
A Pre work fire is started daily with double espresso.
Enjoying the south facing forest with Tom Thompson like views ( long shadows on snow) listening to Martha Argerich live from Lugano thanks to the wonderful NYT reporting on the Classical Music talent for 2026. Slow mornings, sensual, filling the senses.
The Buddhist march for peace is the news I choose to focus on. They’re raising awareness that we have a choice to live in fear and conflict.
This comment was today’s best on all things billionaire scum bags - They are not elite, they never were elite, they should never be thought of as elite. They are opportunistic predators bent on acquisition, exploitation and oppression . I will add, they preyed on the vulnerable because they lack they ability or interest to actually attract secure, intelligent, beautiful, grown women.
Kicked off the 4 day weekend with a grand tour around coastal RI with a gorgeous bright blue sky, light traffic, gliding over frosty bays and rivers. I liked my outfit, do love the fun of combing fabrics and colors. Pulled out the ancient LV bag and Gucci sunnies, this blue is back apparently,
The driving was cinematic and made me grateful to enjoy our little state so big on beauty in the off season. A wide open feeling that gave me space to savor everything.
First stop was the viral Nitro Bar.
A scene for the under 30 set, wall to wall hipsters and hotties, decked out in athleisure.
Everyone is just too cool for school, they made me smile recalling how important they believe being cool is at that age. How they could never understand that when I look at them I’m thinking… you can’t even pay your cellphone bill.
The lifestyle they lead is funded by their parents, my Gen x.
I don’t fault them for the free rides they get we all want easy street. In my eyes, no matter how attractive they look silly and have no idea why.
At Nitro the coffee ordering is a thing.Best to review the menu beforehand. I ordered the least sweet sounding thing I could identify and still feel like I got the full experience.
The dirty chai with almond milk iced with cookie butter topping, not syrup. $12.50.
First, let’s talk about the price, I don’t know how these parents can keep up. I ordered a small and it looked like I was the only one, large for everyone else.
Nobody had a hot drink, all iced. Hot is definitely out, but large I could never do.
I suppose if you’re going to wait in line for god knows how long, maybe more than 30/40 minutes just to place your order plus another 20ish minutes for them to make it, you will need a large just to compensate.
Today, I enjoyed the off season benefit of no line out the door, it was only just inside the door about 4 ppl deep. Suddenly 3 ppl stepped out of line, I was next. Ordered the dirty chai, waited for less than 7 minutes.
Taste wise, you could taste the quality, the richness and why ppl love it. A sugar bomb for sure, I knew that going in. For me, Nitro is one and done, I get the appeal and that is all I want to know. It took me 4 hours to finish my drink, little sips.
Second stop, Co-Dough right around the corner from Nitro on Pond Street that used to be a yoga studio with a great reputation, late 90’s.
Had to pick up the viral sourdough cinnamon roll and doughnuts, because why not. Glad I have a husband who will finish these decadent treats after I take one bite.
Between Nitro and Co-Dough my teeth hurt, a Valentine’s day overdose.
Next, on to The Elm’s Carriage House cafe. Real food, savory finally, a quick but heartwarming chat with old friend KMc.
I loved walking the grounds admiring the architecture of buildings and bare trees so well planned, spectacular!
Felt like a little lunch in Europe, RI is so fortunate to have these epic buildings and gardens, endlessly enchanting and impressive.
Debated the drive to my next target, decided I could fit it in. Off to Tiverton to scoop up some farm grown, local flowers at Little State Flower Co.
It’s not easy to do what they’re doing in deep winter and I love supporting the effort being made to bring the fresh beauty of flowers in the dead of winter.
The farm-stand was nearly sold out when I arrived but she restocked while I was there, like most things of high quality and lovingly made, you will pay and it’s worth it.
Groundswell, right around the corner to peek at the holiday decor and enjoy the festive and welcoming ode to Paris in RI. I admired how they created small log piles to border the driveway, will steal this idea.
Back over bridges to meet another wonderful girlfriend for a heated mat pilates class in Narragansett pier.
A fun Galentine’s day of micro adventures.
Back home to arrange flowers while trying to convince my husband to eat the pastries that neither one of us needs.
On deck for reminder of weekend, daily yoga classes, brunch in Wickford in lieu of Valentines dinner with my husband so that I can join a new group of friends at a cocktail party.
Holiday Monday, organize basement clutter, make room for art studio, forgot to mention I submitted two paintings to the mid winter juried show at South County Art Association where I have pottery class Saturday and Sunday.
The Sunday morning heated yoga at Wild Flow in Wickford brought me great joy with KK. Followed by a proper hand pulled espresso at Press and then to explore the unbelievable global offering of decadent cheeses in the most beautiful little shop that feel European. Thrilled to sample the Alpine cheeses I adore and took home a nice wedge of my favorite Chällerhocker, plus they stock an incredible selection of dried pasta from The Dolomites, planning a lemon pasta next weekend.
I’ve decided pottery will not be a medium I can commit to, I enjoyed exploring and had a great class and company at SCAA.
Looking ahead in February, nervous and excited for a consultation in Cambridge to replace and hopefully improve the gumline on my front tooth that I knocked out when I was ten years old. It’s been over twenty years since the last replacement and I’m hoping for all the best outcomes and processes.
The ice layer has not melted here and has been holding back my winter sowing. Feeling anxious about the clocks going forward meaning the dark quiet days of deep winter will end and the rush of spring will demand an increase in my pace and energy. The switch from hibernation to activity is what I’m mentally rehearsing.
Focus on doing less, being less, having less, slow down, exhale. Relax with a Norrie.
So proud of the pretty eggs our little flock gives to us each day.
Effort to capture me and TC, remains difficult, he’s not a fan of being ambushed by his paparazzi.