Orkut was already part of everyday life in Brazil when I moved to London in 2004. A few years later, the Facebook craze took off there, and I had that feeling of déjà vu—except that it usually works the other way around. Whatever happens in wealthy countries eventually makes its way here, whether in fashion, entertainment, or social habits. Then came #MeuPrimeiroAssédio ("My First Harassment"), which in 2015 preceded the global impact of #MeToo by two years. Pick any social n

I was about to write a post about AI, art, and prejudice when I was surprised by a tweet from the Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church: In this age of artificial intelligence, it is becoming urgent to distinguish human art from what machines produce. There is an ontological difference, even before an aesthetic one, between art and what a machine can generate through statistical calculations based on millions of images created by others. Algorithms lack the spark of hu

While talking with Lígia — my girlfriend, who is an actress, writer, and mother of two teenage girls — about love blossoming in adolescence and the lottery of whether your feelings are returned, I remembered a poem my grandmother Elba used to recite to my sister Marta during her youthful romantic adventures: “To love and be loved—what bliss! To be loved without loving is a sorrowful plight; But life holds a darkness deeper than this: To love someone who will not love you back