I’m as loath as anyone else to give Donald Trump any praise ever, but credit where credit’s due: the guy has wildly popularized feminist terms and theories that have been kicking around college campuses and corners of the internet for decades.
“Toxic culture of male entitlement.”
Listen, I could fangirl over Seth and his writing staff for columns and columns. But what I’d rather do is let you in on a horrible secret. You know when bands say shit like, “How are we doing, Grand Rapids?!”, and everyone cheers? Or magnificent-person commenter Internet Magpie gets your coworker and website a shout out on your favorite podcast? I’m not too proud to say I’m into it. Every. Time. Every time I think excitedly, “HEY! THAT’S MY THING!” I super love it.
And that’s sort of how I feel now about the media’s attention to feminist and racial justice issues. We’ve all been toiling for years just to convince people that these even are issues. Turns out we just needed an entitled, wildly incompetent, dickstain of a human being to become president before most people looked around, and said, “Hey, you know, I think maybe things might be just slightly unfair to people who aren’t straight, white men.” It doesn’t begin to make a fucking Trump Presidency worth it, but I’m still going to get excited when late night hosts start quoting bell hooks.