No two people can truly, viscerally understand each other. However, some gaps are particularly challenging to bridge. How can this son of the suburbs in the Pacific Northwest relate to a Black woman living in Manhattan? A pregnant teenager in Florida?
My wife confuses me sometimes, and we’ve been together for 35 years.
But in the case of the right — and too often the left — men don’t even try. So, I get why progressives might write us off in general. A few will come along, the rest are hopelessly dedicated to the patriarchy.