Twilight of the Pale Patriarchs
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I’d gladly sign away my right to vote, based on the dangerous demographic I represent, if it would guarantee that madmen won’t shoot my grandchildren with assault rifles, or send them to be blown up by IEDs in pointless desert wars. Maybe I’d like to hang on to some kind of veto power, in case feminists in Washington decide that even old men need to be surgically altered. Maybe men who could prove we never voted for a bigot could be used to break ties. But I’m not going to commit myself to the anti-testosterone party until someone can explain Virginia Foxx and Renee Ellmers, and reassure me that there’s no more like them in the women’s locker room. It could be just the South, and some lingering curse of the Jim Crow culture, but what about Bachmann and Palin? Ann Coulter? When it comes to the mysteries of gender, I think the scientists have a lot of work still ahead of them.
Hal Crowther’s most recent book of essays, Gather at the River, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism. Write him at 219 N. Churton St., Hillsborough, NC 27278.