Mary Trump& #39;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& #39;s body. "She& #39;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">https://slate.com/news-and-...

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& #39;t go to all this trouble unless they loved you." I remember thinking 3/

"Nope, I don& #39;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& #39;s wrong with me, that I don& #39;t have hooters yet?" That& #39;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& #39;s interesting to ask yourself. Because often we are worried about our bodily safety, our lives. We perceive it& #39;s safer to silence women.