On Peter Attia and Jeffrey Epstein

I’m stunned I am writing this article. More so than the one I write about Peter Attia and Kevin Spacey, and that one hurt.

In fact, I tried writing yesterday and this AM and just couldn’t. The topic disgusted me too much.

What changed? The fact that one day after this slew of unearthed and allegedly true emails, many of which are posted here in The Daily Beast (and quite frankly all over the internet) that Attia sent to Jeffrey Epstein, Peter Attia is still posting stories on Facebook and X about metformin. This post of his was released just now. In other words, while ignoring that horrific emails he seems to have sent Epstein, which I can only imagine are traumatizing for some to see, he’s goes full steam ahead business as usual. WTF?

I won’t delve into the nature of the emails, they are no fun for me to read. Someone referred to them as “troubling.” I’d refer to them as heinous. I can no longer give Dr. Attia the benefit of the doubt — everything stacks up to paint a picture of someone who seems so obsessed with his celebrity network and with promoting his revenue charged social media presence that rather than apologizing for the likely harm he has caused other with the trove of emails released in the Epstein files, he’s marching right along to his own happy drum of stirring up profit.

I am a huge fan of freewill. There have been calls to ban his name from social media or delete his subreddit. I do not support these, because that is one person saying their opinion overrides that of others. What I do support, is letting people vote with their attention and their money. After the Kevin Spacey absurd post I gave Dr. Attia both attention and money (I bought his book). This will be the last I post on my blog on him, ever, (baring some extremely unlikely chance that this is all fake in which case I will post an apology) and I hope others who are equally disgusted do not fuel what seems to be a need for attention that overrides anything else including principled action and the ability to say “I was wrong and I am truly sorry.” that would be a start, and he seems far away from even starting to admit his ways.

We are our own griefs. We are our own happinesses. We are our own remedies.