I'm a Sixty-Year-Old Woman and I Know an Asshole When I Meet One

I heard those words from the Farm Manager recently. She was referring to a gentleman of our recent acquaintance. Apparently he’s got a bad case of toxic masculinity going on. Which could well be the case. I’m a bit up in the air myself over the toxicity of my masculinity, such as it is, and therefore a poor judge of either masculinity or toxicity. Be that as it may, it’s very refreshing to hear a sixty-year-old woman assert her asshole-detection skills. And by God, they start honing those skills at a young age, do they not? Remember in grade 3 when you pelted the girl you liked with snowballs at recess? That’s an eight-year-old boy showing affection, but that’s toxic masculinity right there. That’s in grade three. You can imagine how much you’ve seen and what it looks like by the time you’re sixty.