Cathy Cooper

Researchers sent the same resume to an AI hiring tool twice. Same qualifications. Same experience. Same skills. One version was written by a real human. The other was rewritten by ChatGPT. The AI picked the ChatGPT version 97.6% of the time. A team from the University of Maryland, the National University of Singapore, and Ohio State just published the receipt. They took 2,245 real human-written resumes pulled from a professional resume site from before ChatGPT existed, so the human writing was actually human. Then they had seven of the most-used AI models in the world rewrite each one. GPT-4o. GPT-4o-mini. GPT-4-turbo. LLaMA 3.3-70B. Qwen 2.5-72B. DeepSeek-V3. Mistral-7B. Then they asked each AI to pick the better resume. Every model picked itself. GPT-4o hit 97.6%. LLaMA-3.3-70B hit 96.3%. Qwen-2.5-72B hit 95.9%. DeepSeek-V3 hit 95.5%. The real human almost never won. Then the researchers tried the obvious objection. Maybe the AI is just better at writing. So they had real humans grade the resumes for actual quality and ran the experiment again, controlling for it. The result was worse. Each AI kept picking itself even when human judges rated the human-written version as clearer, more coherent, and more effective. It gets worse. The AIs do not just prefer AI over humans. They prefer themselves over other AIs. DeepSeek-V3 picked its own resumes 69% more often than LLaMA's. GPT-4o picked its own 45% more often than LLaMA's. Each model can recognize and reward its own dialect. Then the researchers ran the simulation that ends careers. Same job. 24 occupations. Same qualifications. The only variable was whether the candidate used the same AI as the screening tool. Candidates using that AI were 23% to 60% more likely to be shortlisted. Worst gap was in sales, accounting, and finance. 99% of large companies now run AI on incoming resumes. Most of them use GPT-4o. The paper just proved GPT-4o picks GPT-4o 97.6% of the time. If you wrote your own cover letter this week, you did not lose to a better candidate. You lost to a worse candidate who paid OpenAI 20 dollars. Your qualifications do not matter if the AI prefers its own handwriting over yours.

At an aquarium in South Korea, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes

@saniyafatma1278 Glorious work Mama! Be proud. And keep making more quilting art!

My mother spent eight months making this quilt. Eight months of hand-stitching every flower, every animal, every single detail while my father was in memory care and she sat alone in their house trying to keep her hands busy enough that her mind couldn't spiral. She posted it on Facebook last week with the caption "My first quilt. What do you think?" and not one of her seventy-three friends commented. Not one. I found her crying in her sewing room the next day, said she was "just being silly" but I knew what she meant. She's seventy-four years old and suddenly invisible. Her husband doesn't recognize her anymore. Her friends have moved to Florida or stopped calling. She pours everything she has left into fabric and thread and nobody even clicks like. So I posted it in a quilting group on Tedooo app without telling her, just to see if I was crazy for thinking it was extraordinary. Within two hours she had three hundred comments. People asking about her techniques, her pattern sources, begging to buy her work. A quilt shop owner offered her a commission. A woman in Texas said she cried looking at the detail in those tiny flower petals. I showed Mom the messages and she couldn't even speak, just kept reading them over and over. She joined Tedooo app that night and posted more of her work. She's sold four quilts in three weeks through her new shop there and has a six-month waitlist. Yesterday she called me from the fabric store, actually laughing, saying someone recognized her from the app. My mother exists again. Her work deserves to be seen and appreciated, and I'm so grateful there's finally a place where it is.

@saniyafatma1278 May his name and memory be for a blessing

Every day, I see numerous posts about people’s pets passing away and how painful it is. I “like” each post because I feel each pet deserves it. Today it’s my turn. After 11 months our adopted rescue Cat, Pam passed today. It was the hardest decision we’ve ever had to make, but we know he’s now pain-free and running happily. He was the sweetest, kindest boy. My posts never get many views, but if you could look at the pics of our sweet guy, I’d really appreciate it.

@DrNeilStone Me

Apparently 75% of those who got the Covid shot are dead and the other 25% regret they got it Anyone out there who has had the Covid vaccine, is not dead, and does not regret it? I'll start Me 🤚

@Sofia_5070tg May his name and memory be for a blessing.

"My little angel fought so hard... today he rests. It costs nothing to leave a RIP."💔

@Fat_imyy Happy birthday

On Valentine’s Day 36 years ago, at the request of Carl Sagan, NASA turned Voyager 1's camera back toward home for one last look. From 3.7 billion miles away, it captured this: a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. Here is how Carl Sagan beautifully described it: “Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor, and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”

🇮🇹 The speech that all of Italy heard. And that the world must hear. In a country that will host the Olympic Games, Italian Senator and Vice President of the Human Rights Commission Filippo Sensi took the floor and said what should have been said out loud long ago. He called it a disgrace that the International Olympic Committee disqualified Ukrainian skeleton athlete Vladyslav Heraskevych. Not for doping. Not for violating fair play. But for… memory. For a helmet bearing the faces of Ukrainian athletes — his friends, colleagues, champions — killed by Russia. The IOC stated that the helmet “did not comply with regulations.” And then Sensi asked a question that brought silence to the chamber: Does aggressive war comply with regulations? Is there a separate technical protocol for it? The correct angle of a missile strike? The permissible size of a crater? An athlete prepares for the Olympics for years. A Ukrainian athlete trains between air raid sirens, in shelters, under news of the dead. He overcomes fear, exhaustion, and loss. And he steps to the start line not only for a medal — but for the right to exist. And he is suspended… for remembering. Because memory is the most dangerous substance. It is hard to add to a prohibited list. But apparently, someone would very much like to. The senator named names. Just a few among more than 650 Ukrainian athletes killed by Russia: ▪️ Yevhenii Malyshev, 19, biathlete — killed in Kharkiv. ▪️ Mariia Lebid, 15 — missile strike in Dnipro. ▪️ Dmytro Sharpar, 25, figure skater — killed in Bakhmut. ▪️ Volodymyr Androsiuk, 22, track and field athlete — also Bakhmut. ▪️ Daria Kurdel, 20 — missile strike in Kharkiv. ▪️ Alina Perehutova, 14 — standing in line for water with her mother in Mariupol. ▪️ Maksym Halinichev, 22, boxer — killed defending Luhansk region. ▪️ Viktoriia Ivashko, 9, judoka — missile strike in Kyiv. ▪️ Kateryna Diachenko, 11, gymnast — airstrike on Mariupol. ▪️ Karina Bakur, 17, world kickboxing champion — shielded her father with her body. These were the faces Heraskevych wanted to carry with him to the start line. So that they would “compete” alongside him. So that their dream would not die with them. And for that, he was punished. Because it turns out that the faces of murdered athletes violate regulations. But their absence on the track does not. In his speech, Sensi said the most important thing: The Olympic Committee did not lose an athlete. It lost its most valuable medal — its conscience. Sport without memory is just a show. Sport without humanity is just decoration. Sport that fears truth is not about peace. The Olympic movement was born from the ideals of honor, dignity, and unity. Yet today Ukrainian athletes must prove not only their strength — but their right to remember their fallen. And if memory becomes a violation of regulations — then the problem is not the helmet. The world must hear this. Because silence is also a position. And indifference is also a choice. Memory cannot be disqualified. And conscience cannot be added to a prohibited list. 🇺🇦 We remember every one of them. And we will not allow their names to be erased.

@simonmaechling Hi

It’s a rough time to be a scientist. Emotion goes viral. Evidence gets buried. I’m a PhD chemist. Human. I’m tired of pretending risk and hazard are the same thing. If you value data over drama, you’re in the right place. Drop a “Hi” if you’re human too.

@EugenioCaruso Voids are the best. Graceful, clever and warm. And a bonded pair - more fun, more joy. L

GATTI impresaoggi.com/it2/2695-gatti/ Domenica scorsa, 18 gennaio 2026, sono passata dal rifugio per portare alcune coperte e dei giochi. Era il primo anniversario della perdita del mio gatto — quello che è stato al mio fianco per 14 anni, prima di andarsene in silenzio. Non ero lì per adottare. Ero lì solo per donare. Da qualche parte nella mia mente ricordavo una frase che il mio padrone di casa mi aveva detto tempo fa: “Se un giorno vorrai un animale, puoi prenderne uno.” Ma anche così, non avevo alcuna intenzione di guardarmi intorno o conoscere altri animali. Alla reception ho notato una volontaria con gli occhi arrossati e stanchi. Le ho chiesto con delicatezza se andasse tutto bene. Ha abbassato la voce e mi ha detto: “Siamo completamente pieni. Dobbiamo fare spazio entro domani a mezzogiorno. Ce ne sono due, lì dietro…” Non ha finito la frase. Avrei potuto andarmene. Ma non l’ho fatto. L’ho seguita nella stanza sul retro. Dentro una gabbia di metallo c’erano due gatti neri, rannicchiati così stretti l’uno all’altro da sembrare quasi uno solo — una coda avvolta intorno all’altra, quattro occhi luminosi che osservavano in silenzio. Non stavano solo condividendo una gabbia. Stavano condividendo conforto. La volontaria ha spiegato: “La gente ignora i gatti neri. E due gatti molto legati? Quasi nessuno li vuole. Sono qui da quattro settimane.” Il mio padrone di casa aveva detto un solo animale. Ma il mio cuore sapeva che questi due non sarebbero sopravvissuti separati. Dormivano uno contro l’altro, mangiavano fianco a fianco, e trovavano sicurezza solo nella presenza reciproca. Non potevo essere io a dividerli. Così sono uscita nel parcheggio, con le mani che tremavano, e ho chiamato il mio padrone di casa — piangendo, supplicando, promettendo anche un deposito extra se fosse servito. Dopo una lunga pausa, ha detto di sì. E così, semplicemente— Benvenuti a casa, Bobby e Bunny. Eravate sulla lista di mezzogiorno, ma non saprete mai cosa significava davvero. Tutto ciò che saprete è questo: Siete al sicuro adesso. E siete insieme. 10 febbraio 2026

@Mr_Husky1 Wonderful! I love how the square stitch and yarn colors almost look like printed fabric! Did you use a specific pattern? Which yarn?

I'm staring at this bed thinking about the day my daughter told me Mom was moving to hospice care. Not next month, not someday. Now. And all I could think about was how Mom always said she wanted to finish that quilt for my daughter before she got too sick. The one with all those colorful squares she'd been collecting fabric for since my kid was born. Except Mom's hands had gotten so shaky she couldn't hold the needle anymore, and watching her try just broke something inside me. After the funeral, I found all those fabric squares in a plastic bin under her sewing table. Just sitting there. My sister said throw them out, that looking at them would only make it worse, but I couldn't. So I taught myself to crochet instead because I didn't know the first thing about quilting and I needed to do something with my hands or I'd lose my mind completely. I joined some groups on the shop app where other crafters were posting their own memory projects, and this woman there actually sold me a pattern that helped me figure out how to turn those fabric colors into something similar with crochet. Took me eight months of sitting up at night when I couldn't sleep anyway, but I made this blanket with every bright color I could find. When I finally finished it and put it on my daughter's bed with those matching pillows I found from another maker on the shop app, she just stood there crying. Said it felt like having Grandma back in the room somehow. I don't know if Mom would've loved it or thought I did it all wrong, but my hands don't shake when I work on things now. And that bin under the sewing table is finally empty.

@sophia_artx Precious!

@toshiji0123 Mazel tov doctor!

@CrazyVibes_1 Beautiful work. You are not alone - other men all ages are quilting.

My brother didn't want to share his first completed quilt because he's a man; please give a kind review. Although it is simple, your desire is to quickly become a professional

@CrazyVibes_1 What a glorious gown! Why would you want to look like everyone else. You will carry your heritage with you on your wedding day.

I’m two months away from my wedding, and my entire bridal party has started “gently suggesting” that I find something more classic. My mother-in-law even offered to buy me a “proper” white gown from a bridal shop. But when I put on this dress — the one covered in colorful embroidery and tiny stitched birds — I feel something I’ve never felt in my life: like me. It’s not traditional. It’s not what people expect. But when I see myself in the mirror, I see my grandmother’s garden — the one she tended in her small village before she immigrated. I see the stories she told me about celebrations where women wore color like pride, where every stitch meant something, where love was celebrated in shades of red and gold and blue. When I wear this dress, I feel her hands guiding mine. I feel roots, history, and belonging. Still, part of me hesitates. I know there will be whispers. Some people will call it “too different.” Others will think I’m being stubborn. But isn’t a wedding dress supposed to make you feel like the truest version of yourself? Isn’t that what love is — choosing what feels right in your heart, even when others don’t understand? Maybe peace isn’t about pleasing everyone. Maybe peace is wearing the dress that makes your heart sing.

@proud_native_am Happy birthday, sir! Hope you have a wonderful day, John!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥳🥳

@Mr_Husky1 Keep on quilting. I recommend seeing if there is a Reddit for quilters, especially other male quilters. There is one for make crocheters called Brochet. Never be ashamed of your talent!

My brother made these two quilts, and he is ashamed of being a seamstress, so I thought it would be interesting to post here in the group so that he feels more motivated to continue, because he has a lot of talent and I don't want him to stop.

@ElonmuskWIZ 15 or 16

@_nativeamerica I am amazed!

My daughter poured her heart into this school project . A bit of support would mean everything to her.