“Now, Sugar” – the words heard by many over-the-top angry women, coming from a man anxious to calm her down into a semi-rational state.
A man uttering such words is NOT focused on telling a woman the cold, hard truth – that she is bordering on bat-$hit crazy, incapable of rational thinking, and impervious to reality.
They are uttered in the same way that parents, faced with a red-faced, hysterical baby, will start hugging them harder and murmuring meant-to-be-calming words – “Oh, sweetheart! Mommy knows that you are frightened right now. I love you!” – squeezing harder – “I really DO love you!”
That parent will walk miles, sing until her voice cracks, and use that high-pitched “soothing” voice to promise all kinds of things – “Do you want to go to the park tomorrow? Maybe the zoo? Whatever your little heart desires – just PLEASE stop screaming in my ear.”
Men use that fake-soothing voice, too. They may not use the time-tested words of Southern men – “Now, Sugar”, but they will say WHATEVER is needed to stop that relentless tirade.
“Yes, of COURSE! You know I’ll be voting for Kom-ala, and every one of the men I can drag to the polls myself!”
“Yes, it goes without saying that Trump is an absolute MONSTER! AND a Nazi!”
On and on and on.
Many men have perfected this schtick. They mouth all the correct feminist platitudes. They place a “I’m Pro-Choice and I Vote” sticker on their car. They hammer the biggest Harris-Walz signs into their front lawn, and make a point of talking to all the neighbors about how THEY should do the same.
The thing that Feminists never seem to get is how it happens that their designated Hate Candidate usually does pretty well – even, as Trump did in 2016 (and, I believe, 2020, if you take out all the fraud), win the election.
How could that POSSIBLY happen? It MUST either be voter suppression, or a HUGE underground movement of Fascists/Militia/Supremacists/Haters.
Nah.
Your chosen Male Feminist lied to you.
Bigly.
He made all the right noises to you, before, during, and after the election. He stood by you, letting you express your grief and anger.
After all the lights were out, and he was spent from a thoroughly satisfying episode of Crazy Woman Rage Sex, and he heard the gentle snores of his mate (likely more like the sound of chain saws in the Kentucky hills after Helene), he finally relaxed.
And smiled. Bigly. Because, as he made a point of getting his vote in early, he knew that he was just ONE of the many men, tired of being harangued by women, who had voted her despised opponent in.
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*Great* piece, Linda! And so true, I was laughing.
Here’s another little something fun to brighten your day :
https://boriquagato.substack.com/p/genghis-trump
Psst … make sure you share this with Fran, too!