What’s up with all these performative clowns obsessing over the gender of obvious women? Who exactly are these amateur gynecologists, conducting speculative anatomy audits of high-profile females? They’re nothing like they perceive themselves to be, for starters.

In just the latest example, a bunch of guys oiled themselves up, slipped into some plum-smuggling tights, and met up on the White House lawn to celebrate the birthdays of both America and its current president by slapping and kicking each other in a state of quasi-nudity. At one point, one of the participants – the same one who spit up on himself during his weigh-in like a toddler whose mommy had just spoon-fed him pablum – somehow felt compelled to avail himself of his big moment on the national stage to blurt out that former First Lady, Michelle Obama, was a man.

In a culture where masculinity is both costume and currency, there’s always a market for louder declarations. Why wouldn’t someone so clearly obsessed with the optics of manliness, to the point of making a career out of male-to-male gender-affirmation, have anything else in mind? The manosphere is one continuous audit of who is 'man enough', conducted by men with a perpetual fear of demotion.

Because being a man can’t just be a neutral activity. It has to be virtue-signaled, shouted into microphones, and ideally monetized. Particularly in this age of rampant cross-dressing and transsexualism, where a dude is even capable of tricking another one into thinking that he’s a woman, and the zeitgeist is similarly filled with women who have transformed into men.

But you can’t fool the........

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