In a conversation with my mother in my early 20's about my inability to find a girlfriend, mom said to me, "Why don't you ask out the fat and ugly girls? They don't have boyfriends."
Needless to say, her "advice" stunned me, and I didn't know how to respond. I told the story to a guy friend of mine at the time, and he said that my mother apparently didn't think much of me.
In fairness to mom, she grew up as one of those fat and ugly girls who nonetheless managed to find a husband, so she identified with their situation in life. (Apparently over the long run, about 80 percent of the women, and 40 percent of the men, manage to produce offspring which carry on their respective genetic legacies.)
Mom apologized for saying that some years later, but it still indicated a lack of respect for me, and a signal that she thought I deserved the rewards of low status in the male hierarchy.
This probably sheds some light on my lack of motivation to saved "loved ones" through cryonic suspension.
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