He and his MAGA allies are ramping up the sexism and misogyny as part of a closing message that they will restore men to their rightful place—of total control over women.
He doesn’t seem masculine at all. I don’t get it. He doesn’t go fishing, he doesn’t go hunting, he whines and bitches about everything, I’ve never seen him chop wood, fix something around the house, or work on an engine, and I couldn’t imagine him ever grilling on the back porch or building anything at all.
He’s a soft handed elite who has never put in a day’s work, and his only hobbies are eating fast food and bitching. He’s weak. He’s sad. He has no masculinity.
I can explain it. The explanation is that his voters have been led to believe that masculinity is under attack and that they should defend it. Trump claims he defends it. Therefore to his voters, Trump, without exhibiting any strong masculine characteristics, represents masculinity.
I work with people who would call themselves masculine in our company’s management. They think they’re masculine because they follow sports. I think they’re quite efete myself. I hunt, fish, shoot guns, backpack camp, they all tell me it would be too much for them. I don’t consider myself extremely masculine, I have a wide range of hobbies, shit I have two glitter drawers and drag supplies.
You and I would be friends. I’ve got a wide range of hobbies as well, starting with all the masculine ones you listed and ending with sewing, baking, cooking, and crocheting. I also do woodwork, build instruments, work on vehicles, and play music of all kinds. If I thought for one second that you could glitter bomb one of the guitars I built without that stuff getting all over my house I’d mail it to you because I think that looks cool as fuck.
I am not a sports guy myself, but I don’t begrudge anyone their favorite teams (anymore, I was wildly against it in my youth because I was forced to participate).
I also learned a long time ago that I don’t need to be masculine or anti-masculine. If I’m doing my own thing, making myself happy, and not hurting other people then I couldn’t give the slightest shit what someone else thinks.
He doesn’t seem masculine at all. I don’t get it. He doesn’t go fishing, he doesn’t go hunting, he whines and bitches about everything, I’ve never seen him chop wood, fix something around the house, or work on an engine, and I couldn’t imagine him ever grilling on the back porch or building anything at all.
He’s a soft handed elite who has never put in a day’s work, and his only hobbies are eating fast food and bitching. He’s weak. He’s sad. He has no masculinity.
I can explain it. The explanation is that his voters have been led to believe that masculinity is under attack and that they should defend it. Trump claims he defends it. Therefore to his voters, Trump, without exhibiting any strong masculine characteristics, represents masculinity.
I work with people who would call themselves masculine in our company’s management. They think they’re masculine because they follow sports. I think they’re quite efete myself. I hunt, fish, shoot guns, backpack camp, they all tell me it would be too much for them. I don’t consider myself extremely masculine, I have a wide range of hobbies, shit I have two glitter drawers and drag supplies.
You and I would be friends. I’ve got a wide range of hobbies as well, starting with all the masculine ones you listed and ending with sewing, baking, cooking, and crocheting. I also do woodwork, build instruments, work on vehicles, and play music of all kinds. If I thought for one second that you could glitter bomb one of the guitars I built without that stuff getting all over my house I’d mail it to you because I think that looks cool as fuck.
I am not a sports guy myself, but I don’t begrudge anyone their favorite teams (anymore, I was wildly against it in my youth because I was forced to participate).
I also learned a long time ago that I don’t need to be masculine or anti-masculine. If I’m doing my own thing, making myself happy, and not hurting other people then I couldn’t give the slightest shit what someone else thinks.