You may have heard the line, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.” It was made popular by country singer Trace Adkins in his 2005 hit song, “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk.”
Love Trace Adkins. Big, hulking, unapologetically conservative country star. What’s not to love?
Back then, the song seemed harmless enough. But were it to be released today, it would be an entirely different story. The video would be seen as pure objectification of women. And now, in this climate, people would undoubtedly begin looking into Adkins’ background for potential abuse of women – not to mention the writers of the song, Dallas Davidson, Randy Houser and Jamey Johnson.
It used to be that only those like the feminazi crowd would get upset over such a benign little quip. They would claim that it’s not funny – that it’s just rude and sexist, and demeaning and blah, blah, blah. It may be all of those things, but it’s also a fact.
Despite the best efforts of the left to feminize all of society, men are still men and women are still women. At least most are – and thanks heavens for that. Most men still appreciate “watching women leave,” as it were.
And there’s not a darn thing wrong with that. It’s what initially attracts us to one another. It’s how relationships begin and how families are started. There would be few children in America if everyone looked and acted like Gloria Steinem, Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi or Lena Dunham. It may sound harsh, but that too is a fact. If you can’t accept the natural attraction of members of the opposite sex, blame God.
Unfortunately, a relatively small, but growing, handful of dirt bags and predators are ruining it for the rest of us hetero-good-guys.
The other day, I ran into a female friend I hadn’t seen in months. As we approached each other, I opened my arms and gave her a big hug. In years past, I would have thought nothing of it. And at the start, seeing that she reciprocated, I didn’t think anything of it. That lasted all of about two seconds. My very next thought, as we stood there in a harmless and friendly embrace, was that I need to let go and do so immediately. As I did, I felt her squeeze lessen. We then just caught up on one another’s lives and went our separate ways.
It literally took all of two seconds for me, a conservative rebel who cares little what others think of me or my views, to snap into line like some collectivist drone. As I walked away, I shook my head and thought that I can’t believe it has come to this. That going forward, I too have to be conscious of such things. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. We used to see each other every week, and we hugged each time. I thought of her as a little sister and would even kiss on top of her head as we hugged. It was nothing but a friendly gesture. I knew it, as did she. But this time there was a truncated hug and certainly no kiss. And I fear it will be the last hug we exchange.
Thanks to mostly leftist, amoral, bags of crap, I now have to be aware of every word I say in mixed company, every physical gesture, wink of the eye and even smile.
Speaking as one of the good guys – at least I think I am – who freely admits to being a red-blooded American manly man, and who will continue to enjoy “watching the female of our species leave” – I’m ticked off that I am being forced into a politically correct expressionless box.