Second, one of his fellow mathematicians remark that mathematics is "boring." Mathematicians never say shit like this, it's too factual. They say that mathematics is "logical" and "beautiful" and "pure." Clearly, this film was written by liberal artists and NOT Engineers or mathematicians.

Third, he has a Jewish-looking professor that tells him that he sucks. This is realistic as FUCK. Jewish professors are hard af on goys, especially those like John Nash who did not attend Elite prep schools. Jews HATE prole goys and want to keep them down as much as possible. Credit to the Film.

Fourth, writing on the windows, FINE. Inspiring Ben Affleck to do so in 2017? NOT FUCKIN COOL, and someone has to be blamed for that shit.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36811834)

I've never even been in Elite environs irl hardly, but the faggotry must be palpable. So many standard deviations from the norm - how can it be anything but? There's no norms to regulate the behaviour of basically anyone above a 105 IQ so it's just an awkard clusterfuck. Compare this to Japan where 120 IQ salarymen engage in high-context communication constantly, fully aware of the hard -floor on each other's presumed intellect, as they Engineer the greatest video games to ever exist

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36811894)

That first summer, Nash, Paul Zweifel, and a third boy spent an afternoon exploring the subterranean maze of steam tunnels under Carnegie. In the dark, Nash suddenly turned to the others and blurted out, “Gee, if we got trapped down here we’d have to turn homo.” Zweifel, who was fifteen, found the remark pretty odd. But during Thanksgiving break, in the deserted dormitory, Nash climbed into Zweifel’s bed when the latter was sleeping and made a pass at him.

...

Zweifel and other boys in the dormitory started calling Nash “Homo” and “Nash-Mo.”

xo nashmo

Milnor says now that Nash made a sexual overture toward him. “I was very naive and very homophobic,” said Milnor. “It wasn’t the kind of thing people talked about then.”22 But what Nash felt toward Milnor may have been something close to love.

Nash, too, was drawn to the beach.4 He spent hours at a time walking on the sand or along the promenade in Palisades Park, watching the bodybuilders on Muscle Beach, the crowds on the pier, the surfers nearby. He rarely swam. He preferred to watch and ruminate. Quite often he would still be walking past midnight.

One morning at the very end of the month, the head of RAND’s security detail got a call from the Santa Monica police station,5 which, as it happened, wasn’t far from RAND’s new headquarters on the far side of Main. It seemed that two cops in vice, one decoy and one arresting officer named John Otto Mattson,6 had picked up a young guy in a men’s bathroom in Palisades Park in the very early morning. He had been arrested, charged with indecent exposure, a misdemeanor, and released.7 The man, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, claimed that he was a mathematician employed by RAND. Was he?

yes, he was nash and he was fired that day. ljl

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36811977)

To see Nash through Alicia’s eyes during their first encounters as student and professor conveys much about the elementary force that was to bind her to him. In MIT’s intellectual hierarchy — where “mathematics was the highest thing,” as Joyce was to say — Nash was the closest thing to royalty.36 It was his good looks, however, that made Alicia’s heart beat faster. “A genius with a penis. Isn’t that what we all want?” an actress once quipped, and the quip captures the combination of brains, status, and sex appeal that made Nash so irresistible. Herta Newman, Donald’s wife, said the same thing in less bald terms: “He was going to be famous. He was also cute.”37 Emma Duchane, a physics major two years behind Alicia at MIT, said, “Alicia thought he was gorgeous. She thought he had beautiful legs.”38 Nash wasn’t scruffy like many of the mathematicians. He was always neatly combed, pressed, and shined. His haughty manner and cool indifference only confirmed his desirability. His name, two monosyllables that advertised his Anglo-Saxon ancestry, added to his appeal. “He was very, very good-looking,” Alicia later said. “Very intelligent. It was a little bit of a hero worship thing.

at 'math parties':

Sometimes Alicia would stand at the edge of the circle listening to Nash say things like “Who are the great geniuses: Wiener, Levinson, and me. But I think maybe I’m the best.” Other times she found herself among mathematicians’ wives talking about their children.

He had a wife and son at the time he was dating Alicia, who was also Salvadoran and ESL and flunked out because she was too busy fawning over Nash. Oddly glossed over.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812007)

https://blogs.princeton.edu/mudd/wp-content/uploads/sites/41/2015/06/Nash_John_Grad_50_file_photo.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812429)

“I embarked on [a project] to revise quantum theory,” Nash said in his 1996 Madrid lecture. “It was not a priori absurd for a non-physicist. Einstein had criticized the indeterminacy of the quantum mechanics of Heisenberg.”47

He apparently had devoted what little time he spent at the Institute for Advanced Study that year talking with physicists and mathematicians about quantum theory. Whose brains he was picking is not clear: Freeman Dyson, Hans Lewy, and Abraham Pais were in residence at least one of the terms.48 Nash’s letter of apology to Oppenheimer provides the only record of what he was thinking at the time. Nash made his own agenda quite clear. “To me one of the best things about the Heisenberg paper is its restriction to the observable quantities,” he wrote, adding that “I want to find a different and more satisfying under-picture of a non-observable reality.”49

It was this attempt that Nash would blame, decades later in a lecture to psychiatrists, for triggering his mental illness — calling his attempt to resolve the contradictions in quantum theory, on which he embarked in the summer of 1957, “possibly overreaching and psychologically destabilizing.”50

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812035)

things like schizophrenia are often dormant until mid-late 20s

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812047)

Your life is already basically decided at that point. The stress is incurred in the early 20s where you realise that OCI determins future income potential and genotype/phenotype (immutable) determine OCI results.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812062)

NASH TURNED THIRTY that June. For most people, thirty is simply the dividing line between youth and adulthood, but mathematicians consider their calling a young man’s game, so thirty signals something far more gloomy. Looking back at this time in his life, Nash would refer to a sudden onset of anxiety, “a fear” that the best years of his creative life were over.

An ambitious young mathematician watches the calendar with a sense of trepidation and foreboding equal to or greater than that of any model, actor, or athlete

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812066)

Richy Emery, the Mosers’ son, watched through the dining-room window as a big dark car pulled into the driveway and a virtually naked man got out. There was a pounding on the kitchen door and Richy ran to open it. As Nash came striding into the room, followed by Alicia, heads turned, eyebrows shot up, and conversation suddenly quieted. Alicia was laughing excitedly and Nash wore a smirky smile as they surveyed the astonished guests. He was barefoot and entirely naked except for a diaper and a sash, which was draped across his powerful chest, that had the numerals 1959 written on it. Having stolen the show, Nash grinned and bowed, waved a baby bottle full of milk at the assembled company, which was laughing loudly at this point — and then sauntered into the living room to join in the game of charades.

His insanity was also far more interesting IRL:

Nash gave one of his graduate students an expired license, writing the student’s nickname — St. Louis — over his own. He called it an “intergalactic driver’s license.” He mentioned that he was a member of a committee and that he was putting the student in charge of Asia. The student recalled, “He seemed to be joking around.”14 His manner took on a certain furtiveness. Another student, an undergraduate, recalled, “I have this impression of him darting about. I’d walk into a stairwell and he’d disappear as if he’d been lurking there.”15

The spring term began February 9. Shortly after Washington’s birthday, Eugenio Calabi, who was a member that year at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, gave a seminar at MIT. Undergraduates, even very bright ones, didn’t normally attend departmental seminars, but Al Vasquez, a senior, decided he would go. He put on a sport coat and tie for the occasion. Feeling rather self-conscious, he sat a few rows from the rear and hoped that he looked less conspicuous than he felt.

He had noticed, as he sat down, that Nash was sitting in the row behind him. In the middle of Calabi’s lecture, Nash started speaking rather loudly, although he did not appear to be addressing Calabi. After a few moments, Vasquez realized that Nash was talking to him. “Vasquez, did you know that I’m on the cover of Life magazine?” Nash kept repeating until Vasquez turned around.29

Nash told Vasquez that his photograph had been disguised to make it look as if it were Pope John the Twenty-third. Vasquez, he said, also had his picture on a Life cover and it too was disguised. How did he know that the photograph, apparently of the pope, was really of himself? Two ways, he explained. First because John wasn’t the pope’s given name but a name that he had chosen. Second, because twenty-three was Nash’s “favorite prime number.”

Almost the strangest thing, Vasquez later recalled, was that Calabi kept on lecturing as if nothing untoward were happening, and the rest of the audience too ignored the interchange, although it must have been audible to everyone in the room.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812096)

the rest, lol...

you need to log off xo you fucking weirdo freak.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812485)

First Nash wasn't really some WV hick. he was a preftigious UMC WASP. His father was an electrical engineer who worked in WV but was born and raised in TX where his New England family had moved

second the idea that princeton profs didn't respect him is a fucking joke and doesn't match with reality. he was an highly accomplished applicant who was awarded a PREFTIGIOUS fellowship by Princeton. His college adviser who was a renowned mathematician of that time wrote a recommendation letter calling him a genius. Finally the head of princeton math dept personally lobbied Nash to attend Princeton instead of Harvard so the idea somehow that Princeton professors looked down upon him is just cinematic fiction

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812821)

So the idea somehow that a jewish prof at princeton who would have been very familiar with Nash (graduated with BS/MS at 19 from CMU, JKS fellow at princeton) looked down upon Nash is quite frankly unbelievable

http://www.latimes.com/local/obituaries/la-oe-nasar13-m-story.html

The New York Post, quoting a letter Nash wrote in 1967, calls Nash a "rabid anti-Semite." Here are the facts: In his 20s, Nash's most ardent champions in the mathematics community were Norbert Wiener, Solomon Lefschetz and Norman Levinson, all victims of anti-Semitism in American universities in the 1930s and '40s. In recent years, his most prominent supporter has been Ariel Rubinstein at Tel Aviv University, winner of the Israel Prize. The letter the Post quotes was written eight years after Nash was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, when he not only felt himself threatened by Jews and the state of Israel but also believed himself to be Job, a slave in chains, the emperor of Antarctica and a messiah living, not in his mother's home in Roanoke, Va., but in hell, refugee camps, bomb shelters and prisons. These were signs of paranoid delusions.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4077726&forum_id=2#36812855)