the singularity won't save your marriage

A breathless thinkpiece diagnoses a very real Bay Area phenomenon: wives slowly dying inside as their tech-obsessed husbands disappear into the AI industrial complex, spouting eschatology at dinner. The piece names itself as part of a newly-invented victim class ("sad wives of AI") with the confidence of someone who just discovered a problem that affects everyone they know. It's simultaneously sardonic self-aware and genuinely distressed—peak 2026 relationship dysfunction wrapped in wry humour.