The least macho president

Think about it: His behavior defies the traditional definition of what it means to be “manly.” He wears bronzer, loves gold and gossip, is obsessed with his physical appearance, whines constantly, can’t control his emotions, watches daytime television, enjoys parades and interior decorating, and used to sell perfume. He dislikes the NFL, Harley-Davidson, and female porn stars — the holy trinity of toxic masculinity.

Sure, he talks a lot about being a man — “it is a very scary time for young men in America” — but real men aren’t supposed to talk a lot or get scared. Trump talks all the time and he’s scared of everything, including stairs, sharks he sees on TV, rain in France, and not talking.

The guy who hates handshakes because he’s scared of germs claims he would stop a school shooting “even if I didn’t have a weapon.” His supporters hail him as the savior of masculinity. But his machismo, like everything else about him, is a charade. Trump is not the savior of masculinity. He is a parody of it.