Tired of the good ol’ boys club

The braggadocio style of banter certain men use embarrasses me. It doesn’t matter where it happens. These instances are where prejudice can seep into common vernacular. The worst moments excused as hyperbole. Dismissed as a joke. Dressed as satire. These moments are authentic at their core. You can hear it in the laughter or see it in the grin. It’s uncomfortable and in those moments I have to make a decision.

Address the issue or let it go?

Addressing the issue is the difficult path. To try and speak up is to bring contrast to a one-sided dialogue. It’s the way we keep moving forward. It’s how we cast our vote. It shows others who have yet to choose a path that there is more then one path. When two or more open-minded people speak up it enables discourse. It should bring us together and help guide us down a better path.

When I heard Trump’s hot mic conversation it didn’t surprise me. It was interesting to see the curtain revealed. Yet, it was Billy Bush who struck a cord with me. It was obvious that he too was an active participant in the good ol’ boys club. The narcissism this club embodies is the only trickle down theory I believe in. The kids are watching and listening to these men conflate fantasy and reality.

These men believe in a narrative where they are the victims. Yet they subjugate children and women. Assault and rape is too common and so is this phrase:

“They shouldn’t have dressed like that. They wanted it.”

I’ve been tired of the good ol’ boys club. It doesn’t surprise me Trump appeals to those in the infowar and alt-right camp. These groups continue to support a male dominated white nationalist agenda. Bernie Sanders was my top primary pick, but I will be voting Hillary this election.