Today, Donald J. Trump becomes president.
Let that sink in just a bit more. Donald. Trump.
Yeah, I know. For what it’s worth, I didn’t vote for him unlike many commentators in the Manosphere. I voted for Gary Johnson, mostly because Sweet Meteor of Death wasn’t on the ballot here in Georgia.
However, he won, and in just about an hour, he’ll officially be President of the United States, for better or worse.
Numerous feminists are losing their minds, convinced that Trump will roll back decades of protections for them, with at least one arguing that women will be nothing but property by the time he leaves office. Seriously.
I can understand their concern.
After all, Trump is more a symbol than a president at this point. He’s a political Rorschach test. People see what they want to see in him, and for many feminists, they apparently see Satan.
His desire to repeal Obamacare is part of the reason, arguing that it will deny them access to birth control. However, since he also has said he will replace it with something else, something will probably provide coverage for most form of birth control (but probably not abortifacients that are so controversial) means it isn’t time to freak out.
For men, Trump’s election isn’t necessarily a terrible thing. Trump’s win was, in part, a repudiation of the social justice crusading that feminism has so completely embraced. In particular, the “men are evil” brand of feminism that has become so vocal thanks to the internet.
Because Trump is such a Rorschach test, it’s hard to know exactly what will happen in the next four years. His decision to appoint retired Marine Corps General James Mattis to be SecDef makes me tingly, but even a blind squirrel can find a nut. He has the next couple of years at least to prove to me he was the right choice.
One thing I do feel good about is that now the federal government has no inclination to embrace some of the more idiotic ideas regarding masculinity that are floating around.