JUST DON'T BE A DICK.

Toxic masculinity is currently excelled by toxic femininity in many public spaces. My experience of my little patch of America bears this out. I am constantly being cut off by aggressive female drivers in huge SUV's. The larger the vehicle, it seems, the more diminutive the driver. Viewing a feminista bun atop a driver's head is an immediate caution. I give them especially wide berth.

Supermarkets have also become danger zones for this white-haired cis-male. I can predict when I feel the bumper of a shopping cart on my heels that it will be piloted by a woman. Most likely a texting mother with baby in cart or belly harness. The dismissive apology, if one is even offered, lets me know that I am the scapegoat du jour ... especially if I am in Leftist Cambridge, Massachusetts, where wealthy social justice frauds park their BMW's haphazardly at Trader Joe's with noses in the air.

It is the new age of self-justified, generalized female rage. Hillary Clinton's forte. I say it is a new age because I have seen it all before, some fifty years ago. Bra-burning, lesbian-ish women of that feminism were aggressive and downright mean to men in general. They too blamed White men for everything, just as so many people do today. And their male peers, as many are doing today, retreated into a cloud of marijuana and other anesthetics. It was the only way, I suppose, they could manage to engage in the occasional sexual encounter with those feminists. The up side for me back then was the total detachment of gay male society from those harpies. We exchanged nods with the lesbian feminist contingent at Gay Pride events with territorial understanding. We had our bars. They had theirs. We were lovers; they were fighters. 

The boundaries today are totally broken due to the surrender of beta males to this resurrected aggression by some women. I declare here that I am not talking about all women. If I were feeling this about all women, I'd find it hard to leave the house. I am fortunate to know some very (dare I say?) classy and equitable women, apparently unaffected by mass-media's feminist propaganda against anyone unapologetically male, the exceptions, of course, being men of color and misogynous Muslims. For some strange reason, they get a pass. 

Being an aggressive bully is a choice, no matter what your genital preference or identity. Feeding the apparent bottomless craving for respect by so many in today's victim jamboree is simple: Just don't be a dick. Is that really so difficult?

I think being a dick means acting out the stereotype of an aggressive knuckle-dragging man of any variety. Whence the penile reference. Today's testosterone woman seems to aspire downwards to that stereotypical male behavior. Fast to take offense. Pushing to be first in line. Avoiding eye contact and basic courtesy. Walking around with a perpetual glower. 

Did some sort of mental virus get released with films about female boxers? Is this a response to the butch brand of Michele Obama, who always seemed the top in that marriage? Is it perpetuated by all this rape culture nonsense in media? Is it a simple misunderstanding of the word "equality", which does not mean "exactly alike"?

It doesn't really matter. If you want courtesy and respect, you must be courteous and respectful. This ancient wisdom of the successful still holds, despite attempts to throw it on the pyre of Postmodernism. Acting like a tempestuous woman of color (or drag queen) at every turn is not going to garner you courtesy or respect either. Those whom you cow will resent you. Eventually, if you continue acting like a dick, you will encounter an intended victim of your rage who will be more explosive than you. Guaranteed.