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@@ -38,6 +38,9 @@ So, some backstory about me.
 
 [backstory split off into separate post: "Sexual Dimorphism, Yudkowsky's Sequences, and Me"]
 
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+"not standing in defense of truth" archive link: http://archive.is/Iy8Lq
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 I'm avoiding naming anyone in this post even when linking to their public writings, in order to try to keep the _rhetorical emphasis_ on "true tale of personal heartbreak, coupled with sober analysis of the sociopolitical factors leading thereto" even while I'm ... expressing disappointment with people's performance. This isn't supposed to be character/reputational attack on my friends and (former??) heroes—at least, not more than it needs to be. I just _need to tell the story_.