Every once in a while, I get some nice mail! I wanted to share this letter with you (with the writer’s permission), because there are some stunning truth bombs here; ones I rarely hear articulated.
You’re the best, judgiest, bitchiest woman on the internet.
You’ve made a huge difference in my life, because you’ve reminded me that good women still exist, which has motivated me to improve myself. I want to tell you about my best friend, who is a good example of why Trump is winning. Let’s call him Steve.
Steve was raised by a single mother (my parents remained married, but I was effectively raised by a single mother – in fact, if I did not look so much like my father, I would be suspicious, and no, this was not my father’s fault).
Steve is not bright, but he is a hard-working, decent, honest man.
Steve fixes 18-wheelers (technically just the tractors) – the machines that are driven by men that run on fuel extracted and refined by men that bring us our food and all kinds of consumer goods.
His job is literally critical to present-day civilization.
I, despite living in the same city as Steve, am an ultimately parasitic employee of a private corporation that obtains most of its income from the government (funded by people like Steve). I make three times what Steve does, and my job is not the least bit dangerous or dirty. My employer would get even more money from the government if I had a vagina, but unfortunately all the people with my knowledge and skills with vaginas have even higher paid jobs elsewhere, so they had to settle for a man.
My cock is terribly expensive, I guess.
Steve lives with his girlfriend because he does not make enough money to live on his own (although roommates would be a better option in my opinion). Maybe Steve thinks regular sex is more important than I do – he’s a grown ass man and can make his own choices. Steve’s girlfriend, presumably the best he could do, weighs 250+ lbs at 5’6″ or so.
Steve is in fantastic shape because he lifts weights, eats well, and has a physically demanding job – I make an effort, but am constantly outperformed by Steve, despite having more leisure time and the money to eat whatever. This is my fault. If I wanted to go into biology, Steve undoubtedly has higher testosterone levels than I do, which ironically is maladaptive in today’s world.
The same hormones that motivate him to work out, that make him stronger, make him hornier – in a world of fat girls, is not necessarily a good thing.
The fact is, I am a lazy, self-indulgent man who gets paid a lot of money to fondle a computer in a particular manner to no productive end whatsoever. I get paid 3x as much and have sex with normal-sized women (as opposed to triple-sized women) who I do not have to deal with if I don’t want to because I can afford an apartment.
My best friend fixes the machines that bring us our food, in a dangerous, dirty work environment, and despite being more attractive than me, only gets to have sex with someone who is buried in 6+” of body fat who he has to deal with if he wants to remain housed (if he breaks up with her, I will insist we get a 2-bedroom together, but that hasn’t happened yet).
It makes me ashamed and drives me to improve, but it has recently occurred to me that despite being born here, I am not a Canadian. I have no respect for our culture (and Steve should have even less) and would not risk my little toe for our country, let alone my life. I would sooner risk the consequences of joining a 5th column than be drafted.
This is fucked.
Just really fucked.
I think this letter is incredibly interesting, because it makes clear that it’s not only women who have lost respect for masculinity and manly virtues, but men, too.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, readers.
Lots of love,