Last night I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across a group of men talking about mansplaining. Lately it has been working for me to keep social media in a small box, popping by on weekends and not giving it too much space in my head the rest of the time. But last night, as I say, one of my white male 60-something friends shared a post about mansplaining, and a whole swarm of his white male 60-something friends felt the need to assert that there is no such thing as mansplaining.
I can't think about that for too long before my head threatens to explode, so I won't. But I suspect, on a blog whose readership is at least 95% female, that there will be some wry nods and eye rolls and sighs of recognition.
For some reason I've had Carrie Underwood's song Before He Cheats in my head this weekend, and it occurred to me that it might lend itself to some updated lyrics.
Before He Speaks
Right now he's probably enlightening a doctoral student about her dissertation
Right now he's probably opining about how effectively he could run the nation
Right now he's probably suspended just above his barstool by his giant ego
But he don't know
what he don't know...
She dug her keys into the side
of his overinflated manly pride
Reported him for all his rabid tweets
She shone a beacon of logic on all his lies
Slashed his ego down to size
Maybe next time he'll think before he speaks
Recent Comments