Derek Thompson shared an insightful post titled “The Monks in the Casino.”
He brings together some powerful data about how young men are spending more of their time alone.

And then goes to share stories of two men – who are part of this large group – who are spending significant time during this loneliness either on porn or gambling. There’s even a term for those focused on porn – gooners.
As the journalist Kolitz wrote in his chilling and spectacular essay in Harper’s Magazine, gooning is a ”new kind of masturbation” that has gained popularity among young men around the world. Its practitioners spend hours or days at a time “repeatedly bringing [themselves] to the point of climax … to reach the goonstate’: a supposed zone of total ego death or bliss that some liken to advanced meditation.”
He goes on to frame this as an “absence-of-loneliness” crisis.
While I know that some men are lonely, I do not think that what afflicts America’s young today can be properly called a loneliness crisis. It seems more to me like an absence-of-loneliness crisis. It is a being-consantly-alone-and-not-even-thinking-that’s-a-problem crisis. Americans—and young men, especially—are choosing to spend historic gobs of time by themselves without feeling the internal cue to go be with other people, because it has simply gotten too pleasurable to exist without them.
After examining the rise of gambling (hence the casino), his conclusion is poignant.
This inversion of risk doesn’t come out of nowhere. It’s the predictable result of how public policy and technological change have allocated risk and reward. Since the 1970s, America has over-regulated the physical world and under-regulated the digital space. To open a daycare, build an apartment, or start a factory requires lawyers, permits, and years of compliance. To open a casino app or launch a speculative token requires a credit card and a few clicks. We made it hard to build physical-world communities and easy to build online casinos. The state that once poured concrete for public parks now licenses gambling platforms. The country that regulates a lemonade stand will let an 18-year-old day-trade options on his phone.
In short: The first half of the twentieth century was about mastering the physical world, the first half of the twenty-first has been about escaping it.
This shift has moral as well as economic consequences. When a society pushes its citizens to take only financial risks, it hollows out the virtues that once made collective life possible: trust, curiosity, generosity, forgiveness. If you want two people who disagree to actually talk to each other, you build them a space to talk. If you want them to hate each other, you give them a phone.
It is a rotten game that we’ve signed up to play together, and somewhere deep down, beneath the whirl of dopamine that traps us in dark places, I think we know that a better game exists. Porn may be compulsive, and gambling may be a blast, but I refuse to believe that blasting ourselves with compulsion is the end state of human progress. The alternative is staring us in the face, and like most true things, it is obvious but not simple. The game is being alive. It comes with tears and boredom and disappointments and deep, deep joy. It is meant to be played in the sun and in the shadows cast by other people.
