META-CUCKOLDRY: "THE GIFT"

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article, republished more recently, I observed how some tropes never fully disappear, even when they are supposedly outdated: in an age gripped by gynocracy, pre-feminist standards still obtain in certain critical categories: to wit, if a man cheats on his wife, others tend to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.

CUCK YOU!

Don't be fooled; he's only out to cuck you, too.

by Andy Nowicki

Back in college, I spent two years in a dormitory called "Studio House," a residence hall for students with an interest in theater and the arts.

It wasn't anywhere near as faggy as it sounds, honest Injun.

The "Studio House" crowd, like most communities, developed its own distinctive lingo. Certain terms became hip and trendy, and caught on with nearly everyone. (I, however, was a consistently contrarian outlier on this front, being a curmudgeonly nonconforming grumpy old fogey even at the tender age of 19, albeit certainly vulnerable to manipulation in other ways.)