The West's Friendship Epidemic


By Frank Filocomo

Some unfortunate - albeit, unsurprising - news from our friends across the pond:

A new report released by the Institute for Public Policy Research (IPPR) paints an inauspicious picture for young people in England.  

Commenting on the report for The Guardian, Denis Campbell writes:

The number of young people with no close friends has risen fivefold since 2014 as a result of growing up in a “bleak world” dominated by austerity, the pandemic and social media.

Not only do Gen-Z and Gen-Alpha have fewer friends than in years prior, they're also increasingly discontent with their preexisting friendships:

From the article:

Young people’s relationships also appeared less strong than before. The proportion of 14- and 15-year-olds who were completely or very happy with their friendships fell from 86% to 76% between the periods 2012-14 and 2023-25.

To say these are troubling findings would be a grave understatement.

The loneliness epidemic - in England, the US, and elsewhere - ought to be seen, not as a mere inconvenience or troubling development - but as a national public health emergency.

Invariably, a widespread decline in friendship connotes a weakening of a country's social capital and thus an atrophying of the all-important social muscle that enables us to work together, network, and better our communities and, by extension, nations. 

How times have changed.

When I was a teenager in the 2010s, the UK-based show Skins was all the rage.

The show depicted a rather libertine picture of British youth.

Just about every episode involved sex, recreational drug use, out-of-control parties, and general mischief. 

While one might come away from the show thinking that English youth are recalcitrant, uninhibited, and impish, they certainly wouldn't think that they were bereft of close friends. 

If anything, the characters in Skins were surrounded by an unusual number of friends, albeit not always of the best moral standing.

Skins UK cast
There's no question that the recreational drug use and unprotected casual sex portrayed in Skins is inadvisable - we all already know this - but, hell, at least they were outside, touching grass, and interacting with each other without the interference of now-ubiquitous screens.

Less is not always more.

We've all heard that Americans are drinking and smoking less.

What's more, the teenage birth rate in the US continues to fall.

To be sure, these are all positive developments. 

In some ways, though, the decline in drinking, smoking, and teen pregnancies indicates a different problem: timidity, trepidation, and a dearth in IRL socialization. 

Today, young people spend more time inside, looking at screens. Forget about the prospect of approaching a woman at a bar; that potentially awkward social interaction has been remedied by dating apps!

And, while we likely don't have data on this, I'm sure young people are staying out past their curfews less.

We've taken a generation of mischievous youngsters and have made them into house cats.

What we lost. 

In 2018, author of Free-Range Kids Lenore Skenazy came to speak at my college. 

Skenazy, for those who don't know, wrote a very provocative article called "Why I Let My 9-Year-Old Ride the Subway Alone," which is, you guessed it, about the time she let her 9-year-old son take the subway unsupervised and without a cell phone. All he had was $20 and a subway map. 

When Skenazy came to speak to my class at St. Francis College, I thought she was crazy. 

I still think she is, but now I see the merit in her argument.

Safetyism, of the sort that Jon Haidt and Greg Lukianoff write about in The Coddling of the American Mind, has created a culture wherein comfort is the ultimate virtue and discomfort is the thing to be avoided at all costs.

Thus, we have inadvertently created a generation of puritans who don't drink, smoke, have sex, approach women, or have fun at all. 

What's needed is not a resurgence of libertinism, but of fun, play, and adventure. 

Friends will be made along the way. 

America's Spiritual Sickness

It's officially been a year since conservative activist and Turning Point USA founder Charlie Kirk was murdered in cold blood. 

Just the day before Kirk was taken from us, on September 9th, 2025, I moderated a conversation between my friends, who have spent nearly half a century in a politically-mixed marriage.

Rick (conservative) and Jeanne (liberal) show us the path forward. Jeanne spoke to how, when she was on chemo therapy, her conservative, National Review-reading neighbor did her laundry and groceries for her while she received treatment.

Just one day after that conversation, Charlie was shot and killed.

You'd think that, in the aftermath of Kirk's assassination, everyone, no matter their ideological persuasion, would come together and unequivocally condemn political violence.

Not so.

While millions mourned, a shocking amount of asocial, chronically-online Leftists took to Facebook, Instagram, and other social media platforms to mock Kirk's death.

One year later, and they're still at it, posting dances, memes, and other vulgar content celebrating Kirk's murder.

I'll spare you the pictures and videos. 

What's More, the newly unveiled Kirk statue in Phoenix was just vandalized with red paint. 

These people are sick, and if you know people like this, who cheer on political violence, I'd urge you to disassociate yourself from them.

There is a sickness in America today. One of the asocial variety. This sickness causes you to write love letters to Luigi Mangione, support child-murderers like Lindsay Clancy, and produce satire about the assassination of a father of two children.

These people are sick and need healing.

Some things can't be fixed at the ballot box. 

What plagues us today is spiritual.

Let us hope and pray for better days to come.

Wendell Berry, RIP

By Frank Filocomo

Over the last week or so, my social media feeds have been inundated with tributes to the late, great Wendell Berry, who passed away at the age of 92 on August 31st. 

I only really got into Berry a year or so ago. 

He was, by all means, a great man of letters.

A Southern agrarian and communitarian at heart, Berry taught us that life wasn't just about expediency, efficiency, and bigness. Rather, his writings centered around home, rootedness, neighborliness, and good husbandry.

He despised the fast-paced industrialized life of Northern cities. 

A cosmopolitan life, to Berry, was one devoid of meaning.

Born and raised on his family farm in Kentucky, Berry understood that place, people, and nature, above all, were what gave one meaning and purpose. 

The migration of peoples from a rooted life in the agrarian South to a hyper-industrialized and impersonal life of a Northerner corroded the soul. 

I read and loved The Unsettling of America, The Need to Be Whole, and a few of Berry's essays, including his famous Luddite lament: Why I Am Not Going to Buy a Computer.

A Jewish-Italian from Brooklyn, Berry let me into a world that I knew nothing about. 

What did I know about the cultivation of land or the importance of animal husbandry?

I've spent my life in the "concrete jungle," moving around from one Brooklyn apartment to the next.

No connection to the soil or anything like that.

But still, Berry's prose resonated with me in a deep and profound way. 

Why?

Well, because, I firmly believe that, within all of us, there is a visceral need for belonging, place, and communion with others. 

Atomistic living is not good for us. On some deep level, we all understand this.

Berry gave words and a voice to what we all already knew to be true.

In his words, "to be whole and free, we must be at home."

Berry is, once again, at home.

RIP.

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'I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that'

 

For all the usefulness of AI, it can never replicate the inimitable qualities of humanness. 
AI scares the crap out of me.

HAL 9000 from Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey was the first "AI" I can remember seeing depicted in a movie. Though, when I saw it as a kid in the 2010s, AI stood for Adobe Illustrator, not Artificial Intelligence. 

HAL, in other words, was AI before we knew what AI was. 

You don't need to see the movie in full to appreciate the creepiness of this scene:


For all the usefulness of AI, it can never replicate the inimitable qualities of humanness. 

AI spits things back at you; it does not have feeling or original thought. 

While a handy tool, it is not a replacement for real life social connection. 

Some, however, while knowing full well that AI is not a being with a soul, confide in AI chatbots.

In a recent episode of The Frank Forum podcast, I told my co-host Troy Olson about the tragic case of Sewell Setzer, a 14-year-old boy who, dealing with depression, fell in love with his AI chatbot and subsequently took his own life. 

Below is a screen grab from Sewell's correspondence with the AI chatbot. Sewell used the moniker "Daenero," while his chatbot's name, "Daenerys Targaryen," was apparently a Game of Thrones reference.


The chatbot encourages Sewell to "come home." Sadly, we know what that means. 

Sewell's story will likely not be the last of its kind. 

Gen Z, better than any other generation, understands the dangers of AI. In fact, a new report from Pew finds that "younger adults are largely pessimistic that chatbots can help people who use them for social and mental health support."

From Pew Survey on Aug. 25 2026

According to the survey:
About half of adults under 30 (49%) say chatbots do more to hurt people who use them for loneliness, and 41% say the same for depression. Far fewer say chatbots do more to help people with loneliness and depression (23% each).

Still, younger adults are "more likely than older adults to say they use chatbots for emotional support."

So, while it's good that Gen Z understands the dangers of relying too much on AI for emotional support, it's troubling that they still find themselves doing so.

It's kind of like a chain smoker that knows that smoking causes lung cancer, but still puffs away regardless. 

Young people need to curtail their AI use. Totally eliminating AI use isn't practical. It's ubiquitous now. But it can be scaled back.

My advice: Do what the students at my former high school Edward R. Murrow did. Form a luddite club. You don't need to trade in your smart phone for a dumb phone, but you can take steps to limit screen time. 

Marco Canora, chef and owner of the Manhattan restaurant Hearth, has placed boxes on each of the tables, encouraging diners to put their phones inside for the duration of their meal. 

That's smart thinking. 

And those with depression or feelings of loneliness should, aside from leaning on their friends, seek professional help. 

AI, in excess, is not good for you. 

It is not human. It does not get you, nor does it know anything. It cannot help you because it is an it. 

People help people. 

The subtitle of Sherry Turkle's book Alone Together is Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other.

Well, we should expect more from each other. A lot more. 

What's More American Than a 24-Hour Diner?

By Frank Filocomo

Looks like the 24-hour diner is going the way of the drive-in movie theater. 

In the New York Post, Teresa Mull writes that these little greasy spoons - which often serve as community-hubs - are declining in number nationwide. 

From the article:

Yelp data released in 2025 showed that 24/7 restaurants are experiencing upheaval nationwide. The number of restaurants offering 24-hour service in the U.S. fell 11% between January 2020 and January 2025.
The 24-hour Fort Hamilton Diner in Bay Ridge has been a staple of the community for, what seems like, forever. 

I've lived in Bay Ridge since I was 8-years-old, and let me tell you: that diner has always been there for me.

Once, when I was a teenager, I was returning from the emergency room with my father at around 1:00AM. When we got to our front door, we realized that my mother - who, like me, is a remarkably deep sleeper - latched the door with the chain lock from the inside.

After myriad attempts at knocking and ringing the door bell, we realized that we weren't getting in anytime soon. 

Our next move? We went to the Fort Hamilton Diner. 

Fort Hamilton Diner in Bay Ridge

For hours, we chatted, noshed on french fries, and observed the eclectic clientele meander in and out.

Fair warning: If you're hanging around the diner at 4 or 5:00AM, you're going to see some sketchy folks. I kind of like that, though. Gives the place personality.

Most, however, are blue-collar workers getting off of their graveyard shifts. Lots of MTA workers, too. Good, hardworking people. 

My buddies and I go to local pubs on the weekends. When the bars start to close, that diner is a godsend. Cheese burgers, fries, scrambled eggs, pancakes. Forget it. You can't beat it.

The waiters know us, too. It feels like home.

I love it all: the flickering neon sign, 99-cent ATM machine, duct-taped vinyl booths. 

Zoomers, however, are drinking less, so they don't need a 3:00AM bacon egg and cheese and Coke to sober up. They're fine with DoorDashing Taco Bell to their studio apartments. To be fair, I've done this... What can I say, it's convenient! Plus, you mean someone can just bring a Baja Blast and Crunchwrap to my front door? Sign me up!

What's More, COVID really messed things up. Lots of once-24-hour diners scaled back their hours during the pandemic, and never went back. 

Let's stop this trend. If you live by a 24-hour diner, GO TO IT. Patronize these places. Tip the waiters well. Stay for a while. Engage in conversations about dating, health issues, and America's declining status as a global hegemon. All of it. Practice your oratorical skills. Embrace conversation. But don't talk too much. Listen, too. 

As the song goes: "You only know you love her when you let her go."

The same will apply to 24-hour diners if we stop patronizing them: We'll only know we love them once we let them go. 

LASTLY: If you read this far, leave a comment here. Tell me about your diner experiences. Were you broken up with at a diner? Did you have celebratory meals there when your little league team won as a kid? What do you usually order? COMMENTS HELP THIS SITE GROW.

All the best, 
Frank

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Bumblin' On

 


I predicted Bumble's downfall. 

On a July 22nd episode of The Frank Forum podcast, I explained to my co-host Troy Olson what made Bumble different from other dating apps:

"Bumble is an app where the woman messages you first, meaning that no one meets."

That latter part of the description was meant to be a joke. Well, turns out it was quite the prescient remark, if I do say so myself.

Writing for The Independent, Helen Coffey explained that "as of 11 August, Bumble has axed the one feature that distinguished it from its peers, and is now enabling either men or women to contact a match first."

Would you look at that. Turns out that women are not interested in initiating romantic conversation with men. They have willingly relinquished the power that Bumble granted them.

From the article:
The biggest issue seems to be that, for all that we think we’ve come a long way in terms of challenging gender stereotypes, some stubbornly persist regarding heterosexual relationships. “Women don’t make the first move very often; even when they’re explicitly told they can do it, it’s so entrenched in our society and culture that they’d rather not,” says Blears.

Though her male clients are very open to being approached, “the reality is that, for a lot of women, they would still prefer it if a man made that initial contact”.

This is backed up by Bumble’s own data – hence the app’s sudden pivot to allowing messaging from either party – which found that nearly two-thirds of women globally (66 per cent) surveyed said they prefer men to send the first message.

This checks out. 

Way back when - a few years ago, that is - I, too, was on Bumble, and let me tell you: It was a barren wasteland of an app. You could practically see tumbleweeds roll by as your matches would remain reticent to make the first move. 

On the rare occasions that they would message you, it was usually something along the lines of "hey," or maybe, if you were lucky, "how's your day been?"

Minimal effort, in other words. 

Not to sound like a manosphere mouth-breather - I can't stand those guys - but the fact of the matter is that men are expected to put in a lot more effort than women when it comes to those introductory messages. A simple "hey" will never work for a man, unless he looks like Fabio, or whomever the current heartthrob is these days.

Women soon learned that their perfunctory opening lines were being met with a deafening silence, and they hated it. Then again, no one likes the taste of their own medicine. 

Users' responses to the news have been entertaining:

"Should rebrand to fumble," wrote a commentor on Reddit. 

"Back when I tried bumble most women's initiations were either 'hi' or liking a photo, rarely had conversations that I didn't do the work to start," wrote another Redditor. 

This one was quite good: "Bumble in its prime was so validating because women are as cringe as men when making the first move."

I don't know, perhaps some things are better left alone...

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