Like when an old disgusting man makes a disgusting joke about “wife bad” and looks at you with an “am I right or what?”-look. Last time that happened (it was a work colleague) I felt weirdly validated in my manlihood and felt like I’m part of the in group (I’m a cis man, but considerably younger that the other guy, and I was new in that place of work), while at the same time wishing that guy would just disappear into thin air. Disgusting feeling.
If memory serves, when something shitty happens to you because of your gender, but it also affirms your gender and feels… well, affirming.
Like the gender affirming parrot that only bites men?
Like when an old disgusting man makes a disgusting joke about “wife bad” and looks at you with an “am I right or what?”-look. Last time that happened (it was a work colleague) I felt weirdly validated in my manlihood and felt like I’m part of the in group (I’m a cis man, but considerably younger that the other guy, and I was new in that place of work), while at the same time wishing that guy would just disappear into thin air. Disgusting feeling.
So a mix between (gender) euphoria and “Ew, gross!”? Got it.