Michael Inzlicht at Speak Now, Regret Later:
In the winter of 2015, I stood before the largest gathering of social psychologists in the world to accept one of the field’s highest honours. My collaborators and I were being celebrated for our theory about willpower—a theory I’d spent many years refining. For a kid who grew up with empty bookshelves, this should have been a moment of triumph [1].
Instead, I felt like a fraud.
At that same conference, I had to confront an uncomfortable truth: the foundation of our celebrated paper was crumbling. Ego depletion—the once-famous idea that self-control relies on a finite resource that can be depleted through use—wasn’t real. That award? It was like winning a Nobel prize for developing the frontal lobotomy as a treatment for mental illness; and, yes, that really happened.
This isn’t just another story about failed replications or p-hacking (though those shenanigans will make an appearance). It’s a story about what happens when we fall in love with our theories more than the truth. The replication crisis didn’t just shake the foundations of psychology; it shook those of us who had built our careers on ideas that no longer held up to scrutiny.
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When the Cold War ended in 1991 with the
I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?
In “Open Socrates,” Agnes Callard suggests that self-improvement, at least as we usually understand the term, isn’t so much a matter of willpower, but of ideas. It’s not that we are weak-willed creatures, who know what “the good” is and then fail to pursue it; it’s that we haven’t given enough thought to what “the good” is in the first place. “The hard work of struggling to be a good, virtuous, ethical person” is, “first and foremost, intellectual work,” she writes.
The 2025 Black History Month theme, African Americans and Labor, focuses on the various and profound ways that work and working of all kinds – free and unfree, skilled, and unskilled, vocational and voluntary – intersect with the collective experiences of Black people. Indeed, work is at the very center of much of Black history and culture. Be it the traditional agricultural labor of enslaved Africans that fed Low Country colonies, debates among Black educators on the importance of vocational training, self-help strategies and entrepreneurship in Black communities, or organized labor’s role in fighting both economic and social injustice, Black people’s work has been transformational throughout the U.S., Africa, and the Diaspora. The 2025 Black History Month theme, “African Americans and Labor,” sets out to highlight and celebrate the potent impact of this work.
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Calculus is a powerful mathematical tool. But for hundreds of years after its invention in the 17th century, it stood on a shaky foundation. Its core concepts were rooted in intuition and informal arguments, rather than precise, formal definitions.
I used to love to pray. Making myself small, I felt a calm expanse, a largeness, surrounding me. Kneeling was a letting go, giving in to gravity so there was no longer any distance to fall. I echoed the novenas my grandmother made, trusting their magic numbers and incantations. The saints were lined up waiting to ease our particular hardships—St. Francis called in for our puppy’s bout with distemper; St. Anthony for all the stuff I lost; St. Jude for the impossible. Nothing was impossible with God. And God was always there, just waiting to be asked, implored, begged, bargained with, praised, adored, or thanked.
My father wanted to be a gym teacher before his life drove him down another path. The ghost of his ambition has played a part in how much the gym and my gym teachers have meant to me.
Older adults whose