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Bom sábado 😜

GM and pv everyone!! It's a fuckin Friday! Hell to the yeaahhh. Debts settled. Necessities purchased.

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Aff acordei meio cedo🥱

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Cheguei na parte que eu tinha parado de ver bobo hero academia 😅

Gm may you have luck today

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Muy buenas gente. ¿Qué tal se presenta el domingo?

Yo estoy tal que así ⤵️

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Boa noite 🌃

Qual é a sua opinião sobre esteroides anabólicos?

My harshest critic is my husband. Most people can’t honestly say that, but I can.

He’s always my final boss when trying to assert an idea. He’s super smart and usually comes at things from a different angle. And he’s my primary editor. He’s also the head of my website’s customer support center.

Unlike my social media where I shoot from the hip and fuck around, I post detailed articles on my site only after my harshest critic gives me his feedback.

And he doesn’t phrase things like a loving husband normally would. He goes over the top.

He’ll literally put comments on my drafts like “This is fucking right wing trash Lyn. I know you were raised in a trailer park so I don’t expect much, but do better. Rephrase literally all of this.”

That sounds abusive but it’s humorous in practice given our context when working.

We’re not very politically different, but I tend to lean slightly righter than him, so that’s a common source of debate. I pull him right and he pulls me left, not as people who are far apart but who are slightly apart but both opinionated and debate over every inch. It’s on an issue by issue basis.

Mostly he does those comments for humor, but partially because he wants a debate and will bring like a well-researched150 IQ argument to hold the line as I try to argue through his defenses. And I write my research for investment clients of all political views, left and right, globally, as objective as possible, and so he purposely helps keep me straight and steelmans all my arguments for clients.

We debated in the early days about the vaccine in the pandemic, for example, back in 2020 and 2021. We’re still kind of debating about it now in 2025, both granting certain details to the other.

But whenever I write something of substance that is controversial, I know he will read it and call me a retard, which I have to push through and turn into a publishable article.

My social media posts are just me, whereas my long-form posts take time and argue through him.

I often post thoughts and gather comments on Twitter/X, since a lot of tradfi financial pros are happy to discuss. Then I write a piece, and my husband looks through it. I either agree or disagree, and then publish. I get the final say, but I only publish after I’m confident after his arguments.

TLDR; My summary from this whole rambling piece is that I suggest you find a close loved one who will call you a trailer park retard while challenging you on every piece you write while loving you.

Few people will do that but it’s important.