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Mary Trump's saying her uncle (our shitprez) made suggestive comments about her body reminded me of the time my own uncle made comments about my then-13yo sister's body. "She's getting hooters," he said, in front of everyone at our family reunion. 1/ https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2020/07/mary-trump-book-psychoanalysis-enablers.html
My cousins and I overheard him and immediately started to compose - secretly - a song and dance routine called "Uncle Hooter" that we performed at the family BBQ, ending with us each calling my uncle a "dirty old man" and peeling off Busby Berkeley-style into the motel pool. 2/
My uncle watched it all with a humiliated grin on his face. He enjoyed the attention because he knew there would be no consequences. My mother reassured him (her brother), telling him, "You know they wouldn't go to all this trouble unless they loved you." I remember thinking 3/
"Nope, I don't love him." I was 11 and felt like he was gross and deserved his public shame. At the same time tho, I thought, "what's wrong with me, that I don't have hooters yet?" That's how patriarchy gets you. 4/
Why do we let men get away with this creepy shit, and reassure them when they are caught? Now we see the consequences of this: an entitled racist misogynist monster running our country into the fucking ground. 5/
It made me think of all the times I chose to reassure disgusting weak men instead of calling them out. When was the last time you did that? It's interesting to ask yourself. Because often we are worried about our bodily safety, our lives. We perceive it's safer to silence women.
