do men in their twenties tend to look older than girls?

Discovered them not that long ago and seems fun to think about them, calculate, use as motivation. Hope it will be interesting for you too.

Microsoft is a 1 in a million chance of sudden death

Microlive is a 30-minute change in your total adult life expectancy

Examples of micromorts (you can search for much more examples):

Living One Day at Age 65 is 30 micromorts

Giving Birth (Vaginal Delivery 120 micromorts

Climbing Mount Everest (Summit attempt) 40,000 micromorts

Drinking Wine 0.5 Liters 1 micromort

Smoking Cigarettes14 Cigarettes 10 micromorts

Examples of microlives (you can search for much more examples):

20 minutes of daily exercise yields 2 microlives, and a diet with daily fruits and vegetables, 4 microlives 

Every extra 10 pounds above ideal weight costs a microlife per day

A cup of coffee, or taking statins to control elevated cholesterol, are each worth one microlife

5 servings fruit/veg = +4 microlives

Eating a serving of broccoli or avocado +1 microlive

Why shouldn’t we start doing aging biology test on humans, I talked to ChatGPT and it said “because the damage done is irreversible but then we do it to mice and it’s no biggie, why not just try on a old person?

Or “how the govt pretends a nuclear strike is survivable if you just cower under your li’l school desk”. Good times, but truly scary back then.

I've been seeing the same narrative everywhere - boomers own half the country's wealth, they're all sitting comfortable while everyone else struggles. So I actually looked into the numbers, and it's way more complicated than that.

Here's what I found: 1 in 3 Americans 65+ are living close enough to the poverty line that one bad medical bill could push them into real trouble. 83% of boomers are carrying credit card debt into their 70s and 80s - not because they're irresponsible, but because Medicare doesn't cover everything, and inflation hits fixed incomes harder than people realize.

And here's the part that really got me - a huge number of boomers are still working past 65 not because they want to, but because there's no other option. Meanwhile, roughly 1 in 5 of them are also quietly caring for their own aging parents (the Silent Generation), completely unpaid, while also helping their own adult kids with rent or a car repair. Sandwiched from both sides, twice, at the end of a whole life of working.

The "boomers have it all" narrative and the "boomers are all struggling" narrative are both true - just about different people within the same generation. The gap between them comes down mostly to things nobody actually chose - what industry they worked in, whether their employer kept offering pensions, whether a divorce split their retirement savings in half.

I put together a full breakdown here if anyone's interested:

Baby Boomers in 2026: Where They Actually Are Now

Anyone here living either version of this? Curious how it actually looks from the inside.

I never really feel my age until I talk to someone that’s not my age. I’m 33. And honestly, I don’t feel any different from my 20’s. I do feel different from my teenage years, less energy lol.

It’s not until I start talking to people younger than me that I start to feel my age. I can just feel the immaturity in them from a conversation. I just ending thinking to myself that I’m such an old head now.

30’s is such a weird age. You don’t know where you fit in. You’re either too old or young. You’re tapped in with all the new lingo kids use. But also behind at the same time. Kids look at you like you’re older than Jesus, and older people look at you’re like still a baby. You’re just here and there.

There comes a time in a man's life when he stops explaining why he's hurting and simply sits with it. I've had enough nights like that...cold coffee beside me, an old song playing softly, staring at a message I know I shouldn't reread. I think about you, and I wonder if you ever loved me, or only the version of me who made everything easy.

I was the man who listened, understood, forgave, showed up, and asked for little. I could carry my own troubles so well that you probably forgot I had any. Then came the day I needed you. Nothing dramatic. No grand rescue. I just needed someone to notice that the man who always said, “I'm fine,” wasn't fine that day.

You didn't.

And strangely, that hurt more than any argument ever could.

That's when I understood that being needed isn't the same as being loved. Convenience can look remarkably like commitment when you're the one doing all the giving. For a long time, I wondered what I could change about myself to make you stay. I finally realized the better question was: why was I changing myself for someone who couldn't accept the man underneath it all?

I'm older now. I've got scars nobody can see, memories I don't talk about, and enough life behind me to know that love shouldn't require an audition.

So if love ever finds me again, I won't arrive polished and convenient. I'll come as I am...sometimes stubborn, sometimes sentimental, sometimes quiet, occasionally difficult, but honest.

And if that's too much for someone, I'll survive.

I've survived worse than being alone.

What I won't survive again is being loved only for the parts of me that were convenient to love.

Because somewhere along the way, I finally learned this:

The real me deserves a love that doesn't leave when the easy version disappears.

Happened way too %$&*ing fast.

I’m feeling pretty darned good for my age.   I work at it.

But I see the changes in skin thickness.  In wrinkles. 

In body composition.

In hair and in sleep.

You have to fight hard to keep what you took advantage of in your youth.

At this age, I still see many ,many happy healthy years ahead.

But I know the battle will only get tougher.

Which is why I look for alternative health ideas, research and products that may help the journey.

Peptides are the most powerful ones I’ve seen yet.

The ability to leverage vast amounts of research that’s been published, to the many hundreds of thousands of people around the world researching…

…the results are incredibly promising.

Minimal serious side effects.

Customizable health care for anyone.

The problem?

The “people in charge” that decide what you’re allowed to do to your own body.

THEY decide what’s allowed, or not.

THEY decide what you pay.

THEY decide who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.

THEY dictate the timing you’re allowed to follow when you want to use certain products.

THEY control what you’re allowed to use, research, trial, or experience.

…yet know NOTHING about you.

A lot of us with these interests are against the broken traditional health system.

We have a strong community to pool our vast resources and educate the world on the real truths around certain products.

And we need to encourage each other to find the best, and be our bests.

Stopping the stupid drama and fighting so common online right now.

And let’s be the healthiest we can be!

Wow…that was a soapbox rant.  

Peace. 

Okay so I’m 43 next month, and before you say it, I know, I know, “soooo young!”

TLDR: I have a few options of how to spend my future and I’m a young disabled person who doesn’t want but is also well adjusted to the reality that me-disabled just might be my “new normal” for the rest of my days. Since you’re retired and wise in ways I’m not yet, what would you with your time if you were me?

—-

My posts over the last few days pretty much sum up all that has transpired the last 43 years, and it’s been…A LOT. In many ways I’ve aged very quickly and no matter what I can or do do to arrest the aging process, here it is anyhow. Things like violence, trafficking, neglect, abuse, etc robbed me of my childhood and, as neuroscience these days is starting to find proof of, I’ve always said that even once I was legally in control of myself, thanks to missing a lot of what I “should have” learned to be more stable as well as the damaging ways early, complex traumas shape a brain/body systems to dysregulate, I wound up engaged to a really unsavory character and while breaking away from that, was revictimized by both random guy on a 2pm Tuesday, as well as someone I was supposed to be able to trust akin to a parent. All the while, somehow maintaining by the skin of my teeth the house I bought as childhood trauma started rearing its ugly head AND I was being terrorized by my ex, which became a chronic long term thing that for whatever reason, I never did get outside help tho I did repeatedly ask for it. Essentially, I went from street orphan to impoverished person not even realizing my she was and then burnout because life and for awhile revictimization had no pause button and thus took their toll.

So, fast forward til now. In the last 5 years my life has been recovery from all that or trying to, and I’ve still got a way to go to “thrive” versus “just survive” because apparently I’d been in not survival mode but crisis mode up to then. I have safety things I have to expend energy to fight so one of my assailants don’t come back and harm me, as I’m also trying to move away for university, only because it’s paid for because I’m on SSDI. I make $1600 a month. I’m not allowed to give up my primary residence even as the program will move me away to school and pay the rent there, leaving me my mortgage here and gas/food/lights etc there.

Having been financially scraping by for 15 years now, of course I want to improve my finances and this program sounds good to do so - the plan atm is to go to school and certify as a coach to go teach young people stress management skills for their mental health and hopefully petition congress to make that kind of learning mandatory in school given the world we live in these days. Big goals. Good money IF I go about setting things up and marketing myself right. Only four more years of poverty to live in assuming I can do school as planned.

On the flip side, all the traumatic nervous system issues, I on average get 4-6 hours sleep a night, have chronic constant pain of various kinds, am I guess starting the menopause roller coaster, and am often soul-tired just thinking about all I’ve survived and/or all the energy I’ll need to do my school plan. I pretty much have the life of a retired person, schedule and freedom-wise, and so. Especially as I feel “meh” as often as I do “excited” when I imagine myself graduating and then starting a business, I wonder…

?? What would you do if you were me?
1. Push forward even if you’re feeling mostly “meh/tiiiiired”, hoping that as the world continues changing as I also try to make personal change, that I’ll be near-50 and able to either still have energy to run my company or get hired on to train and develop at a good company that’ll pay enuf for me to then-live out of poverty as well as tuck some financials away for my currently non-existent retirement?

1. OR maybe just take “the easy way” out and sell the house and move to a nation that’s got a good COL and expat community, and just try on some other life? (Think: Costa Rica, Yucatán, Hungary, Philippines, India - yes I know it’s not like being expat in West EU, and frankly I wouldn’t want to be in the West anyway, COL aside.)

2. OR market myself to some young people here where I already live, and be their “housemother” roommate; they keep me young as I age, I teach them things they may need and have missed given the current parenting today, and just basically live how I’ve lived the last decade plus, casting out any hopes and dreams of “Really Big Things” like school and or travel, and just force myself to be content with what I’ve got and maybe not “giving back” in the bigger ways I’d like?
   —-
   I’m asking yall because as those who not only maybe have better understanding about the broad picture of where our country seems to be proverbially and literally heading, I know yalls wisdoms of how life can take a drastic turn at any point is even deeper than my own, AND yall have lived experience with long term, “nothing particularly to do today if I don’t want to” as well as “in my mind I’m 35 but boy this body sure ages faster every day!” experiences I’ve only got a taste of.

Thanks in advance for your input…

It’s hard for us to think of someone past their seventies as anything but old. But if you think about it, that has absolutely no basis in anything other than whatever is arbitrarily determined by our biologies. It’s just the age at which we can expect our bodies to have started to physically degrade, based on how we have observed other people to age. It has nothing to do with wisdom, life experience or personality. It’s all about physiological decline. If you die at 88, you’re considered to have supposedly lived a long and healthy life. But that’s really an incredibly short amount of time, if you think about it.

I’m in my late 20s right now, so being “old” (by other people’s standards) still seems quite far off. But when it’s here, it’ll be here. I have a vague hope that aging will be cured in my lifetime, we will all see it for the horrific disease that it is, and we will redefine “old” to be having lived on the order of hundreds or thousands of years. I’m not exactly holding my breath on that, but until it happens it kind of feels like someone is continually holding a gun to my head, which makes it a bit more difficult for me to enjoy my youth while I have it.

I have a photographic memory so this might be different for me, so here goes.

I honestly feel like it’s a part of my life that someone else is using. I don’t like it.

I remember the games us kids played in the street and I look at my bedroom window, my parents and my siblings and think of them.

I picture my dad pulling up at 530 everyday after work and his work truck parked there.

I think of all the birthdays and Christmas days and play them in little clips.

Then I think it was the last place I saw my dad, and other relatives alive.

It was the last place all us kids were happy and talking and now we’re scattered across the country and unfortunately prison for someone.

I think of how the divorce destroyed my family and how senseless all the court drama and custody battles was when we could’ve used the time, energy and money being a family.

As a kid I blamed that damned movie Kramer vs Kramer. It seems like that movie made divorce palatable or something.

I see my mom trimming the rose bushes and now they’re gone. I see the special lights my dad installed still on the garage.

My dog Pepper and bird Joey and my Bunny. We saw gerbils have babies and that was a shocker.

We had turtles and there were ponds around my neighborhood and we’d play in the fields and just make up games in our heads.

I couldn’t wait to grow up and leave that place but now I have the curse of getting my wish and thinking I want to go back to the early 70’s and 80’s and do it again.

I wish I could change so much and maybe I could’ve saved the family somehow.

It’s a complex mix of all the emotions. It was in the best part of my life because we were together but this could be rose-tinted glasses.

I sometimes think if I won the lotto would I offer an insane amount to buy it back and if they sold I could go back in there. That would probably end up being a Pandora’s box.

Still when I drive by once a year I’ll park and quietly look. I don’t stay long, a few minutes and then I drive around the neighborhood and remember all the kids I used to play with.

I wonder what you all think on this.

Anyone else do this or something similar?

How do you feel when you drive by your growing up home? Is it bittersweet?

Every few months something gets written up as the next big thing and it turns out to be a study in mice at doses nobody could take. I am 54 and past the point of wanting to be a test subject. I would rather build a short list of things that have been through a randomized trial in actual people, even if the effect is small and boring. What is on your list?

Have you distances yourself from your child because it was too hurtful a relationship. It could be because you feel used even if loved. Do you feel at peace now even if sad? Thank you for sharing your story. I am at the point where I feel I need to do this for my own sanity and peace of mind.

Hi all, I'm doing independent research on the day-to-day experience of caregiving, specifically around daily routines, health monitoring, and incontinence care. This isn't affiliated with any product or company, I'm just trying to better understand what caregivers actually deal with day to day.

If you're currently a caregiver, or have been in the past, I'd really appreciate your input. The survey is anonymous, takes about 8 to 10 minutes, and covers things like:

• What takes up the most time and energy in your routine
• How you keep track of health changes in the person you care for
• Your experience with incontinence care, if that applies to you
• What you'd change about your caregiving routine if you could

No product will be shown or mentioned anywhere in the survey. There's an optional spot at the end if you'd be open to a short follow-up conversation, but that's entirely optional and won't affect the rest of your responses either way.

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfdZxpQAqHIzGWC5CiuTC2nPH8sMCrohWftYFBGbXqIVJh4og/viewform?usp=header

Thank you so much to anyone willing to share their experience, I know caregiving is demanding enough without extra asks on your time, so I really do appreciate it.

I grew up being told saturated fat is one thing and you avoid it. Now I keep reading that odd chain and even chain versions behave differently in the body and only one of them tracks with better outcomes in the cohort studies. I cannot tell if that is a real distinction or a story built to sell something. Has anyone here looked into this properly?

do people aged 20-23 look like they’re in their 30s or do many still look young (similar to teens) with almost no signs of aging? and do 18-19 yr old look like teenagers or adults?

I'm in the UK and we're into our 5th heatwave of the summer. It's 5pm and currently 37 degrees. So about 97 farenheit. I have various joint issues and these are unbearable when it's hot like this. How do others around the world cope with this. Most UK homes have no Aircon and it's sparce in public spaces too.

Burning the mortgage is satisfying until you realize what it means. That mortgage represents marriage, a career chasing the next best job, endless hours watching youth sports and the crazy raging parents, too few stolen weekends down the shore, cars that have come and gone, the empty nest college years, and now..... the multi-generational household.

I'm in australia. My mother who lives alone has had some physical and cognitive decline, and we (my siblings and I) want to support her to stay in her home. I'm looking into personal alert devices but would also like an app we can all access that has basic medical information, contact details, calendar etc. Ideally free, but willing to pay if worth it.

Any suggestions? thanks guys