And speaking of that, caring is a female thing, and when did we first hear about politicians and whether they cared or not about one thing or another? It seems to me that it got started in a big way with Bill Clinton, who cared and cared and felt our pain. And he's a great example of the feminized male, who is either outrageously promiscuous or psychologically castrated. One guess which one Bill is. The male equivalent if "caring" is "doing one's duty" or "doing one's job." Trump is accused of not caring, which is fine with me, as long as he does the duty/job thing. A President could care like mad and do a lousy job, which seems to be okay with a certain type of woman. And "caring" is so important to women/feminized men that they care about anything, including stray cats and useless, malignant immigrants. If you don't want Tsarnaevs and Farooks, they accuse you of not caring. And when the immigrants kill some people, the care-ers are off letting some more in and don't want to hear about it.
And TV commercials. I saw two in a row the other day about how goddam dumb White heterosexual males are. One was that cutesy insurance commercial where the little girl sets her stupid dad straight using an adult male Negro's voice — don't buy any insurance from that outfit. And the other was still another insurance commercial where the smart woman rakes her stupid White male heterosexual husband over the coals for having said that men drive better than women. Feminized commercials in the worst sense.
Finally, restaurants are getting feminized. Where we used to have nice waitresses, we now have metrosexual waiters describing the patty melt. Not for male diners, for the most part, but for female ones. And what's on the menu? Sweet tea, for crying out loud. Tea was meant to be bitter. Is it the female sweet tooth that's driving this? And I got a salad the other day with cranberries on it, of all things? Another thing that's not meant to be sweet is a salad. Might as well pour powdered sugar all over it. And when you ask for a cup of plain coffee at Starbucks, they look at you like you're some kind of troglodyte. Don't you want some syrup in it? Some goddam herb from Guatemala? M&M's?
I'll go lie down now.
Quibcag: Illustrated by the gang from Gin Tama (銀魂 Gintama, lit. "Silver Soul"), in drag.