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Take It From a High-E Woman, Low-T Boys: You’re Pathetic
You’re so weak you can’t even upload a profile picture
I was talking with my daughter and her boyfriend yesterday. We had a great talk. My dearest child decided to call me up and say, “Hello Mother,” just because she knows that drives me nuts.
They’re a happy young couple with three cats, their own home, and lots of plans for right now and the future.
Devin’s a High-T guy like my husband Bruce is a High-T man. My daughter is some sort of force of nature. It runs in the family.
I make fun of incels and Men’s Rights “Advocates” and call them “Low-T” because they’re so weak and pathetic. I also think there’s a genuine lack of normal hormones involved. These guys are the male version of girls who weep out and can’t play sports, feign helplessness (guys do that with things they don’t want to do, but hey, who’s counting?), and who backstab other women every chance they get. They’d be the “Low-E” women.
When I was growing up, there was a kind of faux-benevolent misogyny which was common in television and movies — as well as in real life. Movies like My Fair Lady, which showed an average-looking, yet wealthy, highly-educated, and powerful professorial and let’s say “less than masculine” man who thinks he needs to tell one of the world’s most beautiful and accomplished and humane (in real life) women, Audrey Hepburn, how to speak and dress and be. This is presented as “romance.”
Having watched a movie about Audrey Hepburn’s life, this was one person whose inside was even more spectacularly beautiful than her outside. But this movie told a story that made it seem as though she needed “instruction.” The same type of story was also told in another musical, On A Clear Day, You Can See Forever, where the handsome, urbane, highly-educated and much-older (such a theme that, seems like Leo DiCaprio is still playing that one out) Yves Montand treats one of the world’s best singers and gifted performers, Barbra Streisand, like an idiot, falling in love with her romanticized “historical” version, overlooking her real world self in cruel, misogynist ways.
These were considered “great stories” and very “romantic” when I was growing up. I was socialized to look up…
