Macho Men

We might be on the verge of voting in our first female president so it seems only fitting that in its closing days this election has suddenly become about…

Masculinity.

Oh hey.

This is what happens in a country primarily ruled by men.

 And, in terms of the top job, ONLY ruled by men.

As a gay man I’ve always had an odd relationship with the “M” word. 

Macho. Effeminate. Toxic. Weak. Strong.  Hot.  Silent. Violent. Loving. Sensitive.  Kind. Caring.  Caretaker. Provider. Independent. Lone Wolf.  Alpha. Beta. Follower. Leader. President. King.

me

Searching for identity through the decades I can testify that nobody knows exactly what “M” is because it depends on the situation and, quite frankly, the month and the year and the decade that you ask.

This is why most men that I know choose to take what they want from one or more of the above categories, as well as from others of their own (Note: And/or from those passed on to them by their families), mix it all together in adolescence and through their twenties, and emerge as you see them, nee us, today.

A messy experiment in maleness that has no real definition and knows no bounds.  Or constraints.

Like.. whatever this is!

True, I’m being a little cute by half.  But some of us guys learn to do just that to confuse you.   Though mostly it’s to avoid giving you a definitive answer or read on who we are.

We try to pretend we’ve got secrets..  But usually, in our quiet moments, we’re simply just as confused as you are. Or anyone.

This weekend I went to see The Apprentice, aka the Donald Trump origin story, so you wouldn’t have to.  Actually, you should see it.  It’s gritty, troubling, never-boring and features two top notch performances by Sebastian Stan (Younger Trump) and Jeremy Strong (Younger Trump’s lawyer/mentor Roy Cohn).   

Oh my car phone

One of the things that might surprise you is that much of  DJT’s big, bold, amoral, ruthless faux “masculine” behavior was taught to him by a small, closeted, gay Jewish man from New York City in the 1970s. 

Okay, you might think you already know this but to actually see it fully dramatized on a great big movie screen is to finally really KNOW it. 

Me, on the way to the theater

Roy Cohn was a wealthy, powerful lawyer and kingmaker in New York.  A thoroughly corrupt but extremely successful man who traveled in the most exclusive monied circles in the city who rose to fame as lawyer for the disgraced 1950’s right wing Commie-chasing Senator Joseph McCarthy, and as the U.S. Department of Justice prosecutor who won a questionable espionage case against Julius and Ethel Rosenberg and took public and very gleeful pride when it led to their electric chair executions in 1953 and left their two young children parentless.

But back to the film.

OK but only if we can talk about Ivana’s coat

To see a fangless, twenty-something wannabe, pudgy, nothingburger Trump from Queens literally on his knees worshipping at the feet of the silk suited, Satanic Cohn – locking eyes into his death stare as various male assistants and boyfriends linger about and help him do his dirty work – is one of the great juxtapositions of hateful masculine power broking I’ve ever witnessed.  

Whether it figuratively or literally happened in that moment, history and facts and Trump himself often credits Cohn’s three cold, creepy phrases as his North Star to success in life as a powerful and VERY Alpha Male.

  1. Attack, Attack, Attack
  2. Deny Everything and Admit Nothing (aka – What Is Truth?) – and –
  3. Never Admit Defeat (aka – Always Declare Victory)
Hear our prayer

The Cohn/Trump strongman is a fictional strawman packaged with a big red ribbon instead of a femmy pink one.  A shell game and a blame game whose only end game is winning at all costs.  In other words –personal gain. 

It is this breach of masculinity that former President Obama stepped into this past week at a rally for Kamala Harris in Pittsburgh. Addressing the Trump by way of Cohn brand, he spoke specifically to the men in that very large (Note: The LARGEST!)  crowd when he stated:

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, I’ve noticed…especially with some men who seem to think Trump’s behavior — the bullying and the putting people down — is a sign of strength…

Real strength is about working hard and carrying a heavy load without complaining. Real strength is about taking responsibility for your actions and telling the truth even when it’s inconvenient. Real strength is about helping people who need it and standing up for those who can’t always stand up for themselves.

Obama was more blunt at a small campaign office full of Black men later that day when he pushed the message further and more personally.  Noting that he was getting reports from the campaign that energy and turnout in black communities, especially among males, was not quite where it was when he was running, and that it “seems to be more pronounced with the brothers,” he told them point blank:

Part of it makes me think — and I’m speaking to men directly — part of it makes me think that, well, you just aren’t feeling the idea of having a woman as president, and you’re coming up with other alternatives and other reasons for that…. Well, women in our lives have been getting our backs this entire time… When we get in trouble and the system isn’t working for us, they’re the ones out there marching and protesting.”

Say that again

And for those on the fence, still tempted by the power brand of Trump, aka the strength he exudes, Obama had a calm, well-reasoned but extremely compelling contrast between the Black and Asian heritaged Kamala Harris and the Supremely White former president, and lawfully confirmed despite his inability to do so,  2020 presidential loser.

On the one hand, you have somebody who grew up like you, knows you, went to college with you, understands the struggles and pain and joy that comes from those experiences…And on the other side, you have someone who has consistently shown disregard, not just for the communities, but for you as a person.”

Will someone please pick up the mic?

It will be “interesting” to see whether a more evolved,  21st century type of “M” will break through the zeitgeist and allow the first woman in U.S. history, a woman of color no less,  to occupy the Oval Office.

Yes allow.  Because the old-fashioned kind does not cede the ground easily.

Village People – “Macho Man”

Wolfs in Sheep’s Clothing

This week I watched attempts by both J.D. Vance and George Clooney to charm their way through inferior material and ultimately both failed miserably. 

The Chair comin’ in hot!

Which only goes to show that whether it’s faux Republican schtick or tired Democratic schtick some of us viewers can still spot a con a mile away.

In his new-ish Apple movie, Wolfs, Mr. Clooney – with support from his buddy Brad Pitt – plays a handsome, slick, near infallible fixer. The type of guy you turn to when you have to dispose of a dead body, clean up a crime scene or drive backwards to safety in the middle of the night.

Is it bothering anyone else that it should be Wolves?? #justme

But it’s really a variation of the handsome, slick, near infallible, criminal mastermind Mr. Clooney first brought us almost a quarter century ago in the theatrical blockbuster Ocean’s Eleven (2001), which he then repeated in Ocean’s Twelve (2004), and then repeated again in Ocean’s Thirteen (2007).

Which are all a reboot, remake , rip-off or contemporary, cultural reappropriation (Note: You choose) of the original Ocean’s 11 (1960) starring Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis, Jr. aka The Rat Pack, aka the George Clooney and Brad Pitt of their times.

Okay, perhaps the above sarcasm is a bit much. Or is it?

I’ll let you decide

See, the original Ocean’s was merely a goof of a film that packaged the kind of slick, easy, tongue-in-cheek late 50s style boys club humor the Rat Pack stars were known for by employing their larger-than-life celebrity personas on the big screen.

Almost two and a half decades ago it was sort of fun to have Clooney lead a gold star class of turn-of-the-21st-century movie stars of the time (Note: Pitt, Julia Roberts, Matt Damon) mug their way through fantasy, high stakes mischief.  But after milking the buddy-buddy, wink-wink style and tone in so many various ways over so many years and in so many other films in addition to the Oceans franchise, its repackaging on steroids into Wolfs feels a bit cheap and threadbare, despite its rumored $200 million budget. 

Yeah, it’s a little like this

Both Clooney and the movie ultimately come across like a well-wrapped last-minute re-regifting on Christmas morning.  Once you unwrap the pretty paper what you get inside ultimately makes little sense and shows a profound lack of imagination on the part of the person who gave it to you.  Something that, with a modicum of effort, they figured they could get away with.

The Chair again with the hot tea

One could ultimately say the same of JD Vance’s performance in the Vice Presidential debate as he tried to deftly repackage Donald Trump (Note: AKA his running mate and now forever #1) policies on steroids by way of Project 2025, all the while denying their intent and lying about his past and their existence.  His was an upside-down Alice in Wonderland world view, where he denied he did not want to ban abortion nationwide (Note: He is literally on audio and video saying the opposite multiple times), proclaims Mr. Trump tried to save Obamacare (Note: We literally saw John McCain vote that thumbs down years ago and have actual tweets of Trump whining about it) and simply lied about things like illegal immigrants stealing away jobs from American workers.  Fact check here.

Here, demonstrating his distance from the truth

This was all fueled by his delivery – a faux sincere Christ-like quality of benevolence and respect for everyone, most especially Democratic VP nominee Tim Walz, when he’s in the past and near present referred to unmarried American women as “unhappy, childless cat ladies,” his own running mate as “America’s Hitler” and called Mr. Walz’s 24 years in the National Guard, where he trained soldiers to use weapons of war, “stolen valor garbage.”

On the surface, which is where he lived in those 90 minutes, Mr. Vance proved himself to be a slick, silver-tongued debater, much in the same way Mr. Clooney’s characters were slick fixers and silver-tongued uber-thieves.  But once you get below the glossy surfaces the shiny masks give way to the real truth underneath.

Ahhhhhh!

For Vance it was when at the end of the debate, Mr. Walz point blank asked him whether Trump (Note: Indeed a former president, despite how much I loathe writing and admitting that) had actually lost his re-election bid to Joe Biden in 2020.  Clearly fearing the Wrath of Trump, or Sauron or Kahn, or even Gollum, Vance refused to say yes and tried to change the subject.  At which point Coach Walz, the everyman of us all, proclaimed directly to the camera (nee US), that was:

A damning non-answer.

Reality did not happen. 

an evergreen gif

Yet even after almost four years of a Biden presidency and dozens of victorious court cases, many decided by Republican judges who unanimously ruled against Trump and confirmed Mr. Biden’s win, Vance nevertheless continued to claim, there were “problems” with the election.

 The principal one being Mr. Trump could not get his controversial little hands on the Oval Office for a second term. – The Chair

Kaboom

You would think Mr. Clooney – who seems to take humble brag satisfaction at helping to successfully oust Mr. Biden from his bid for re-election in early July in a scathing NY Times editorial that went viral – would have not reveled in inertia but instead chosen a newer, more substantial and far less shiny piece of work to put before the American public than the unsatisfying shaggy dog story of Wolves Wolfs.

A mere three months ago, citing Mr. Biden’s age, he definitively and absolutely proclaimed, perhaps due to what he saw through his magical crystal ball, that “we (Democrats) are not going to win with this president” if we allowed Mr. Biden to try to play the same role in our body politic once again.

Profound as that may seem in hindsight, it’s essential to also know his forecast didn’t end there.  Instead he advised we figure it all out at a messy Democratic convention, where a GROUP of…strong Democrats stand and tell us why they’re best qualified to lead this country.

Because that would have totally worked right?

Never mind the first female, first woman of color Vice President going from the #2 to the #1 role.

Nothing new about that.  We need to shake things up.  Even more.

So easy to say when it’s not you who is being forced to step aside, tell the truth or reinvent.

Barbra Streisand – “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf”