This is hard to write. But I have to do it. I have to be honest with myself. All the relationship books apparently say that honesty is the cornerstone of every romantic relationship. (Note: I do not actually read any of these books.)
Jon Stewart, I watch your show every night. Well, every morning, rather, but let’s not get caught up in details. And every night I say to myself, now, why can’t all dudes be like Jon? Why can’t they be funny when appropriate, and passionate when appropriate, and otherwise just generally come off as decent men? I have met a few of these men over time, and they are always goddamned married or whatever, but they give me hope that I should not just close up shop and take comfort in a million cats.
Some people might say that since I don’t actually, you know, know Jon Stewart, my assumptions about him are, whatchamacallit, overreaching. But let me tell you something. I was once, for a few blessed minutes back in 2008, on an elliptical next to the man, and I just, I know I had to be right that his particular brand of dorkdom was something all men should adopt in future. I could tell. He exuded an aura. I swear!
But every once in awhile, the Daily Show goes and does something that I just can’t get behind. To wit, around the 2:08 mark:
For a long time I have overlooked what a sausagefest it is over on that show’s writing staff/correspondents because of my love of Jon, but my willful blindness is rather contingent on their not making shitty sexist remarks about women I don’t particularly like anyway but have to object to sexist critiques of because feminism can be a real bummer sometimes. Oh haha I know it’s just comedy, and why am I no fun whatsoever anyway, but “MILFy wolf huntress?” That’s the best you can do? I notice you didn’t come up with any race-based slurs for Michael Steele or Bobby Jindal.
But, you know, I really should not be surprised, given how many liberal dudes I have known and/or dated over time who, a propos of nothing, come up with amazingly sexist language and attitudes when we’re having a perfectly lovely nascent relationship.
Does anyone else have this problem? What’s the coping strategy? And don’t any of you answer “political lesbianism.”