I read that Sam Altman “can’t imagine” raising a newborn without ChatGPT and I laughed so hard my back complained. People raised kids through wars, layoffs, bad marriages, and worse haircuts. They didn’t have bots. They had stubbornness and secondhand advice and a sink full of dishes.
Now we’ve got a man worth more money than sense going on late-night TV and telling everyone his secret weapon is a text box. That’s like a millionaire telling you the best way to eat is with a menu.
He asks the bot why his kid stops dropping pizza on the floor and laughing. Here’s my answer, free of charge: the kid is running experiments. The kid is learning physics. The kid is also learning that adults will do anything for a grin. Welcome to Earth.
The host doesn’t ask the obvious questions because the host isn’t paid to be obvious. Who’s doing the midnight pacing? Who’s doing the laundry? Who’s keeping the place from turning into a biology project? If there’s hired help, say there’s hired help. Don’t dress it up as “AI support,” like the machine is the one changing sheets and watching fevers.
And there’s another little catch: even the boss admits the bot hallucinates. So the new parenting plan is to trust a confident liar because it sounds soothing. That’s not child-rearing; that’s brand management.
Elsewhere in the headlines: Gaza newborns dying, prisons churning out nightmares, a prayer app doing politics in church clothes, and a raccoon breaking into a strip mall like a tiny drunk poet. At least the raccoon doesn’t pretend it’s saving the world.
Later, I’ll take my advice from cats. They don’t hallucinate. They just judge you accurately.
Source: Can you imagine raising a kid without ChatGPT? Sam Altman can’t | Arwa Mahdawi