In the wake of Monday’s inauguration, many Deep Thinkers are trying to parse just what this means in The Big Picture.
One explanation that caught my eye was the idea that men, tired of being blamed for all that’s wrong with the world – “toxic masculinity” is a thing, but apparently ‘toxic femininity” isn’t – and that Mr. Trump is ushering in an era of returning to “male” ascendency.
I never really thought that such a thing was real. I mean, in romance – the only thing men really care about (under a different wording, if you receive my meaning) has always had the woman as the gatekeeper.
The first four times I asked a girl out in high school, I got three “no, thanks.” Later in my courting days, I had two girls walk out on me. I mean, they got up and walked out of the restaurant, leaving me to pay the bill.
So when I heard that men were back in charge, I decided to plan my personal comeback. “Right after I finish folding the laundry and putting it away,” I told myself, “I’m gonna put my foot down.”
Then I went into our home office to tell Marilyn who’s in charge. “Just a minute,” she said. “I’ll be with you as soon as I finish paying the bills.”
Of course, full of non-toxic masculinity I wasn’t going to wait around, so I went downstairs and took out the trash, fixed (somewhat) the latch on the side-yard gate and brought in the newspaper.
After I explained to her What’s Now What, she smiled and said, “That’s nice. When you have the chance, could you go to the supermarket? Here’s a list.”
I snatched it up. “No problem,” I said, walking proudly out to my Chevy. “It sure is great to be back in charge,” I said to myself as I drove away.
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