For me, all of this started in 1995, when my French NewAge wife was working on Sand Hill Road in Silicon Valley. She'd gone to a seminar of some kind, only to return home and declare she could walk through walls. Naturally, after tapping on the nearest bulkhead, I asked for a demonstration.
One by one, she - and almost everyone else I know - have hated me ever since.
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