"It is hard to admit we are sexist. I, for instance, would like to think that I possess genuine feminist bona fides..."

"... but who am I kidding? I am a failed and broken feminist. More pointedly, I am sexist. There are times when I fear for the 'loss' of my own 'entitlement' as a male. Toxic masculinity takes many forms. All forms continue to hurt and to violate women."

All toxic forms hurt. This is from a NYT op-ed by philosophy professor, George Yancy. A philosophy professor should not write such a blatant tautology. If he's not willing to say all forms of masculinity hurt and violate women, he shouldn't say "all forms." All he's saying is toxin is toxic.

Does Yancy define the part of masculinity that is toxic? He gives an example: He wanted the woman he married to take on his last name:

While this was not sexual assault, my insistence was a violation of her independence. I had inherited a subtle, yet still violent, form of toxic masculinity. 

Also toxic: The feeling that he "should be thanked when I clean the house, cook, sacrifice my time."

These are deep and troubling expectations that are shaped by male privilege, male power and toxic masculinity.

He sounds a little zombie-ized, doesn't he? Why can't everybody who lives in a house thank anybody who puts work into cleaning it? And doesn't everyone who cooks a meal expect those who eat it to say thanks? What's "deep and troubling"?

If you are a woman reading this, I have failed you. 

Well, get your ass over here, Yancy, and cook me dinner. I didn't know this was going to be so personal.

Through my silence and an uninterrogated collective misogyny, I have failed you. I have helped and continue to help perpetuate sexism. I know about how we hold onto forms of power that dehumanize you only to elevate our sense of masculinity. I recognize my silence as an act of violence. For this, I sincerely apologize.

Now, I think you're making fun of me. Oh, but wait... there's more! I see it ahead....

I speak as an insider. I know about what so many of us men think about women — the language we use, the sense of power that we garner through our sexual exploits, our catcalling and threatening, our sexually objectifying gazes, our dehumanizing and despicable sexual gestures and our pornographic imaginations.

Garner!

There's much more to this essay, but I stop at "garner." It's just a special privilege of mine. Althouse privilege.

I'll just say, overall, Yancy has the tone of bowing down and confessing to God and pleading for absolution. But women are not God. We're human beings too. Wake me up when you get there. And make me some coffee.