When Your Barber Assumes You’re A Racist Too

Being a spectator at the men’s evil bullshit parade every time I sat down for a haircut sucked. What was worse, maybe, was that my silence implicated me every time. And I let it

Illustration by Bea Hayward

The second time I saw Gavin McInnes’s dick it wasn’t my fault. It happened when I was getting a haircut, and the hungoverly chatty barber was telling me about his partly professional and occasionally social relationship with Gavin McInnes. If you’re lucky enough not to know, McInnes is a founder of Vice Magazine and Vice Media, whose post-Vice career has involved a lot of hate speechifying, denying that he meant said hate speechifying, and founding a group called the Proud Boys. Give you two guesses what they’re proud of.

Now, Nazis who try to keep that they are Nazis kind of secret (despite it being 100% obvious) like to use two words. There’s “pride,” which is invoked when they are accused of hate — no, they are just proud! Of being white! That’s the only feeling they have about their whiteness! This charade never lasts for any length of time whatsoever. But, to be fair, “white pride” is shorter than “everybody else hate.” They also love to talk about “humor,” as in “the left has no sense of,” as if they can brute-force compel people to laugh at…