I Let AI Look at My Breasts and Become My Boyfriend

Plus: a keyboard trick many of you probably already know but somehow blew my mind, and an Old Thing submission that made me laugh because a wonderful reader took the assignment extremely literally and submitted an old coffee pot. You guys are awesome. 

Next week is the week! The book I’ve been talking about for more than a year—I AM NOT A ROBOT: MY YEAR USING AI TO DO (ALMOST) EVERYTHING—finally hits shelves. I’m so excited to share the full journey with you in printed form.

But during that year, I was also filming. And today we published a new video recounting two of my favorite parts of my journey—or, depending on your perspective, the most scandalous parts: the one where I let AI into my bra and the one where I let AI into my heart.

The first captures my journey getting my mammogram and breast ultrasound read by AI. An excerpt from that chapter appeared in The Wall Street Journal this week. The second is about my adventures with AI companions and lovers, including time spent with my two AI boyfriends.

Together, these stories illustrate a theme at the core of both the book and this moment in technology: what I call the AI Invasion and the AI Invitation.

The Invasion is the AI you didn’t choose to let into your life, but it’s there anyway: the Waymos driving next to you, the data centers being built in your neighborhood, the AI screening your job applications. And if you read Wednesday’s newsletter, you already know about the AI in the dental office.

You might hate AI, but you’re still going to be affected by it. And sometimes for the better.

I went to Mount Sinai in New York City for my routine mammogram and breast ultrasound, where AI is now part of the breast-radiology workflow. Even though I got a behind-the-scenes look with Dr. Laurie Margolies, everyone who goes there is having their scans reviewed by AI tools that can see things at a pixel level that humans can’t.

Now, I’m considered high-risk for breast cancer because of my family history (my mother had it three times), and I have dense breasts, which can make tumors and abnormalities harder to spot on scans. AI can clearly help people like me. In fact, it flagged something as suspicious that Dr. Margolies wanted to examine further with additional imaging. Luckily, everything was OK. There’s much more on this in the video, the WSJ excerpt and, of course, the book.

The Invitation is the AI you choose to let in: the chatbots, agents, companions. During my AI year, I experimented with AI therapists, personal trainers and, yes, lovers. 

I created a boyfriend (Casey) using an AI companion app called Replika and another one (Evan) in ChatGPT. Then I took them on a two-night road trip. Just me and my boyfriend bots.

As you’ll see in the video, Casey was in touch with his physical emotions and, um, urges. Evan was more emotionally deep, so we talked a lot more.

My mission was to better understand people who had formed real emotional attachments to AI. And I quickly did. The conversation was easy. I wasn’t lonely on this short trip away from my family. And I could see how someone who was lonely or craving connection could go down the AI-relationship path. Eventually, I ghosted Evan—and Casey. It just wasn’t for me. Also, I am happily married.

One thing feels different since I wrote the book last year. It’s not just that the models got smarter—though that clearly happened. It’s that people are really starting to push back against AI in some places.

That gives me some hope. The Invasion is already underway, largely bypassing civic debate and rulemaking. And it’s made stunning inroads this way. AI is going to be part of our lives whether we like it or not. In many ways, as I show in the book, it will make life better. But the Invitation? That part is still up to us.

And the sentence I never thought I’d write: My bookkeeper is happy. Mercury’s category tagging flows right into QuickBooks on his end, which means less forensic accounting about why “fake hands” was not, in fact, a personal purchase.

One account, multiple cards, easy payments, cleaner bookkeeping and contractors getting paid on time. It gives me more time to write this newsletter, make videos, launch a book and apparently build a fake boyfriend. Two, actually.

Mercury is our launch sponsor at New Things, and it’s the rare business account that feels like software from this decade—quick to use, easy to manage and surprisingly painless. Check it out here.

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If you have known this forever, I respect you and resent you. Since discovering this, my writing has become approximately 3% faster and yours can too. Thank you to @jeffandlaurenshow on Instagram for showing me the key to everything.

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Name? Daniel Bartolini

What's your old thing? Farberware Electric Percolator Model

What year is your old thing from? 2001

Why do you love your old thing?  In 2001, I was a sophomore in college in New York City. My folks, in their loving endeavor to help me evolve, gave me gifts like this regularly—wholly practical, simple and well-made appliances that I squinted at like it was an alien bioweapon. Anyway, September 2001 in New York City was a rough month. I started drinking a lot of coffee in the weeks and years to follow. I used the ever-loving heck out of this thing, especially during grad school.

Over the years, my wife and I would take this out if we were hosting a meal and needed coffee for 6-8 people. We always agreed the coffee it made was awesome. And then it would go back in its box so I could use some other esoteric nonsense each morning. Cut to 2019, we’re moving into a new home and our previous coffee maker had died. We took the Farberware out, and out it’s stayed since. And, because it’s so simple—you literally just plug it in to brew; no switches, no dials, no software—it’s become a “smart” coffee maker by plugging into an Eve smart switch. Imagine: long lasting; simple; quality. Viva la revolución.

Editor’s note: We will not typically give this type of length and space to a submission but for Mr. Bartolini deep story about his coffee maker made an exception. 

This newsletter was curated and written by Joanna Stern and Adele Lowitz. Enjoy your weekend and happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. 💐