For a brief and shining moment, I thought perhaps the New York Times had paid attention to my pleas and decided not to pursue its quest to rid the nation of toxic masculinity. Such hubris.
This is the first of a weekly column.
Apparently, Roxane Gay didn’t cut the mustard, probably because she was black, intersectional and kinda stupid, so the Times gave a weekly column to Lindy West instead.
A few weeks back, some old friends invited me to appear on their podcast. They are two stand-up comedians in their mid-30s — I know, the podcast comes as a shock — and their show is a kind of micro focus group, investigating how to be better straight white dudes by picking the brains of guests who don’t fit that description.
They want to know what people like me, for instance (fat, female, feminist) need from people like them (plausible extras in a Buffalo Wild Wings commercial). It’s sweet and, I think, encouraging.
See? I wasn’t being mean in the title. West describes herself as fat, and who am I to deny her lived experience? Continue reading

