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| Guess who's cucking to dinner? Rebecca Hall, Jason Bateman, and Joel Edgerton in "The Gift" |
by Andy Nowicki
Two years ago, at the "old" Alt-Right site, I explored the state of the "cuckold" as poignantly displayed in an especially memorable lite-rock tune of the early 80s, a song which most oblivious listeners took simply to be a sweet, romantic, heartfelt number, though the pitifully sad lyrics clearly revealed an entirely more desperate scenario, involving a loving husband desperate to forget his wife's compulsive and unrepentant serial adultery.
In that article, republished more recently, I observed how some tropes never fully disappear, even when they are supposedly outdated: in an age gripped by gynocracy, pre-feminist standards still obtain in certain critical categories: to wit, if a man cheats on his wife, others tend to sympathize with the wronged party and deplore the caddish adulterer, but if a wife cheats on her husband, the husband is often mocked as un-manly, and is branded a disgraced "cuckold," while his wife's lover is celebrated for his seductive brio and charm, a la Hugh "Blazes" Boylan or Jamie "MacTavish" Frasier.
