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When I was in public high school, I had an acquaintance who craved disapproval. He became a white supremacist solely to make his family ashamed of him. In truth, he did not care about race at all.
I perceived a risk that if I let this man into my home, he might drop a deuce on my carpet. He got more satisfaction out of making a first date spend her mad-money than he did out of getting laid. I referred to him as a diss-o-maniac.
He tried to rape me once. I took it as a joke, but I threw him across the room anyway, without even trying. I sent him flying through the air, and his trajectory did not stop until he hit the far wall of the room. Then I told him that if he ever made that joke again, I’d leave immediately, and never speak to him again.
This was effective behavior modification, because he wanted to be the most hated person in the community without being exiled from the community.
My father passed away on May 8, 2018. He made it to the age of 96, and he lived a good life. He was a college professor, and putting an end to the War in Vietnam meant more to him than making tenure. Not publishing led to him perishing at UCSB.
After my father perished at UCSB, he moved on to Cal State Northridge.
His name was Charles H. Hubbell. He was a sociology professor who had a strong interest in mathematics. He sought to understand mathematical patterns in the evolution of societies around the world.