If there’s one thing we women will miss once this election nightmare is over, it’s all the great sexism we’ve gotten to watch and read and hear and absorb through our vaginal sensors!
As a writer on the women-and-gender beat, covering the first viable female presidential candidate alongside the world’s best-known drooling misogynist has been like Halloween all year long; I’ve been offered more delicious tidbits than I could possibly carry. Now that we’re just a day away from the final vote, I’m dreading the end of this sugar high. Let this last roundup of recent sexist nuggets hold us over ‘til the Republican Party nominates its next walking sexual-harassment lawsuit for president.
First, we’ve got Ted Nugent—a Trump surrogate, lover of the n-word, and human pair of soiled dungarees—who clutched his penis at a Trump rally in Michigan, claiming “I’ve got your blue state right here, baby.” It’s a pleasant analogy, actually, since we can reasonably assume that Nugent thinks every blue state is a sniveling weakling with a badly inflated sense of importance.
Then there’s Bloomberg Politics editor Mark Halperin, who knows that even when a woman is a hop, skip, and a shimmy away from the presidency, she’s still just a girl, ready to be shoehorned into age-old romantic storylines that imply she’s having sex with a presidential appointee.
Meanwhile, Trump’s digital director, Brad Parscale, told Bloomberg Businessweek that he can’t hypothesize on his candidate’s chances in Miami-Dade County, where Latino voters are turning out in formidable numbers. “It’s like predicting your wife’s mood,” he said. “You have no idea what you’re going to get until you get home.” Sometimes, when husbands get home, wives have outfitted the entire building in a series of Home Alone–meets–Rube Goldberg booby traps. Watch out for that doorknob is all I’m saying, Trump campaign.
