Patriot Retort: Shortly after Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed for the Supreme Court, the Washington Post published an opinion piece from one angry, angry woman titled “Thanks for not raping us, all you ‘good men.’ But it isn’t enough.”
The writer, a retired college professor, opened her shrieking diatribe by recounting how she subjected her poor husband to a 30-minute scream session.
I yelled at my husband last night. Not pick-up-your-socks yell. Not how-could-you-ignore-that-red-light yell. This was real yelling. This was 30 minutes of from-the-gut yelling. Triggered by a small, thoughtless, dismissive, annoyed, patronizing comment. Really small. A micro-wave that triggered a hurricane. I blew. Hard and fast. And it terrified me. I’m still terrified by what I felt and what I said. I am almost 70 years old. I am a grandmother. Yet in that roiling moment, screaming at my husband as if he represented every clueless male on the planet (and I every angry woman of 2018), I announced that I hate all men and wish all men were dead. If one of my grandchildren yelled something that ridiculous, I’d have to stifle a laugh.
My husband of 50 years did not have to stifle a laugh. He took it dead seriously. He did not defend his remark, he did not defend men. He sat, hunched and hurt, and he listened.
And why? Why was she screaming at her husband? Did he cheat on her? Did he betray her trust?
No. Not at all.
She screamed at her husband for thirty minutes because Brett Kavanaugh got confirmed.
The article from this misandrist is fraught with over-the-top histrionics – replete with collective Female Victimhood and man-blaming.
The whole piece really is unintentionally hilarious.
I wrote about this hysterical screed in a column titled “I really feel sorry for this crank’s husband” in which I wrote:
Now, I’m not a man, so I can only guess at how I would react if I had just been subjected to a thirty minute scream-fest.
Although I think I wouldn’t stifle a laugh either. I’d just let it loose.
Then again, if I were a man, I think I’d have far too much self-respect to be this woman’s husband to begin with.
How must her husband feel having his wife broadcast to the world from the pages of the Washington Post that he’s an emasculated eunuch whose wife screams at him while he sits “hunched and hurt?”
Personally, I’d be furious.
If it were me, I’d be looking for a good divorce lawyer right about now.
Well, last night on Twitter, I happened to see a tweet that can only be described as the counterpoint to this screaming woman and her emasculated husband.
Responding to a tweet asking “What was your harshest rejection?” one woman gave this answer: