They’ve Never Touched a Woman but They’re Touching Your Rights

Misogyny in a Suit, Racism in a Smile. Why White Women Should Be Terrified of the GOP’s New Face

Pull up a chair, we need to have a serious talk. I’m going to start with a sentence that might make you want to smash the unsubscribe button: I’m a misogynist, or more precisely, a recovering one. In a country built on founding documents that treated women as property and then later marinated us in porn locker-room jokes, and “boys will be boys” politics, there are only two kinds of men: active misogynists and recovering misogynists, and I’ve spent the last ten years trying to put my old habits down like a bottle. I’m asking you to stay with me for a few minutes, because the man I’m about to show you isn’t in recovery at all; he’s the face on the poster for a movement with disciples already in Congress, on school boards, and on the federal bench, fingers hovering over the lever that can turn every mother and daughter’s life into a live-action audition for The Handmaid’s Tale.

Meet the Virgin Writing Your Rights

Let me introduce you to a man, Nick Fuentes, who has never touched a woman but feels fully qualified to decide what happens inside every woman’s body. On live TV, he calmly told Piers Morgan he’s never had sex, never dated, never had to sit across from a woman he hurt and say, “I’m sorry.” What he has done is build an entire theology of womanhood from porn, message boards, and other angry men, then package it as “traditional values” for boys who’ve never even had the courage to ask someone out for coffee.

Nick Fuentes, in case this is your first time seeing his face, is a 26-year-old far-right streamer who hosts a show called America First and leads an online cult of mostly young, white, angry men who call themselves “Groypers.” He’s been banned from most major platforms for things like flirting with Holocaust denial, praising Hitler, saying “most Black people need to be in jail,” and arguing that women shouldn’t vote or hold power, but he still pulls in serious money and attention by wrapping it all in the language of “tradition” and “faith.”

He briefly served as a whisperer to Ye (Kanye West) during the “White Lives Matter”/antisemitic meltdown era and even made it to dinner with Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago, which tells you exactly how far his brand of bigotry has traveled. Think of him as a professional grievance machine: no real job, no real life experience, but a 24/7 live-stream pipeline of misogyny and racism dressed up as political commentary.

This is the part where it almost gets funny, if it weren’t so dangerous: he has literally said that dating women is “gay,” that women are annoying, that they “talk too much,” that they’re “not hot anymore,” and his big life solution is to avoid them altogether and wait for a wife to magically appear like a DoorDash order. He has no practice in consent, no skin in the game of compromise, no real-time feedback from a partner who can say, “That hurt—don’t do that again.” But from that little bunker of inexperience, he feels perfectly entitled to declare which women should give birth, which women should have rights, and which women are “out of line.”

If this were just one lonely guy ranting into a webcam, we could shrug and scroll. But senators, judges, and state legislators are quietly nodding along, lifting pieces of this incel gospel and turning it into law. The joke lands, everybody laughs, and then a clerk in a courthouse somewhere stamps a decision that drags a real woman, in a real crisis, one step closer to living inside his fantasy world.

Misogyny and Racism: Same Poison, Different Target

If you listen to him long enough, you notice something about the way he talks about women and the way he talks about Black people that run on the same operating system. Women are “annoying,” “talk too much,” “not hot anymore.” Black people? “Most of them need to be in jail.” Same script, different casting. Some bodies are here to serve, some bodies are here to be policed, and the only bodies that get to be fully human are the ones that look like his.

There is a childhood story he tells so casually about his dad refusing to take the family to Applebee’s or Red Lobster because there were “too many Black people” there. That’s not just a quirky anecdote, that’s early access to a beta version of apartheid: “We don’t eat where they eat, we don’t live where they live, we don’t marry who they are.” Fast-forward and you get a grown man who calls an Indian American woman a slur on the internet, laughs when someone says “you’re a racist,” and still insists he’s just being “honest” about crime and culture. It’s the same entitlement that says, “Your uterus belongs to my God,” saying, “Your neighborhood belongs to my fear.”

This is why I keep saying to my white sisters to listen: if a man is comfortable ranking women below men, he is already halfway to ranking some men below others. You can’t build a hierarchy where your body is a second-class citizen and then act surprised when my skin is too. The movement that loves this man’s jokes about women is the same movement quietly soaking up his jokes about Black people, immigrants, Jews, queer folks. They are not separate streams; they are one river, and it is flowing straight into school boards, statehouses, and courtrooms where your daughter’s body and my daughter’s future are being negotiated by men who have never done the work of recovering from either disease.

From Founding Fathers to Fuentes

America did not “drift” into this. The country was born with women written in as a legal afterthought: under coverture a married woman wasn’t a person, she was a line item on her husband’s balance sheet. The same founding “geniuses” who could diagram checks and balances somehow forgot to diagram marital rape as a crime, and it took until the 1990s for all 50 states to admit that a husband can, in fact, rape his wife. Enslaved Black women’s bodies were not just exploited, they were policy: forced pregnancy was an economic growth strategy, the original “pro-life” position was about producing more property for the plantation.

So when you look at this little incel sermonizing about which women should give birth and which Black neighborhoods are “criminal,” understand he is not an accident, he is an echo. He is saying out loud what the architecture said in legalese for two centuries: some bodies exist to serve, some exist to be controlled, and the people who count get to decide which is which. The only real upgrade is that instead of parchment and quills we have state legislatures, school boards, and a Supreme Court willing to dust off the old script and call it “originalism.”

Dobbs did not come out of nowhere; it is the spiritual cousin of coverture and the auction block, a reminder that the default setting of this country has always been “your body is negotiable if it makes powerful men feel safer or holier.” Nick Fuentes is just the test-tube version, distilled for YouTube. The reason I’m asking my white sisters not to laugh him off is because the system he’s channeling has already proved it can turn jokes into jurisprudence, and once it does, nobody’s daughter gets to opt out.

The GOP Choir: He’s the Soloist, They’re the Harmony

If this were just one angry virgin yelling at a ring light, I wouldn’t be burning your time or mine on a Wednesday. The problem is that the “weirdo in the basement” already had dinner at Mar-a-Lago with a former president who still runs the Republican Party like a family business. After that meal, Mitch McConnell had to shuffle to a microphone and say, “There is no room in the Republican Party for antisemitism or white supremacy,” and Kevin McCarthy muttered that nobody “should be spending any time with Nick Fuentes” which is just Washington-speak for, “Yeah, he’s the base, but please don’t quote me on it.”

You can hear the harmony in the policy, not just the photo ops. Fuentes says out loud what the movement says in legalese: women shouldn’t vote, shouldn’t lead, shouldn’t control their pregnancies. The Supreme Court doesn’t use his language, it uses “originalism,” but the melody is the same one you heard when he told Piers Morgan, eyes dry, that he’s never had sex, never dated, and still feels entitled to preach about what women are “for.” State legislatures don’t tweet “most Black people need to be in jail,” they just quietly jack up mandatory minimums, fight civilian review boards, and draw district maps where Black and brown voters disappear.

Even the “respectable” conservatives hear him as a tuning fork. Ben Shapiro did an hour-long segment walking through Fuentes’ greatest hits: Hitler was “really f***ing cool,” women shouldn’t be in politics, the Holocaust “maybe” exaggerated not because those ideas are fringe, but because too many on the right are flirting with them. Some distance themselves on TV while voting yes on every bill that treats your body and my skin as problems to be managed, not people to be protected. So when I say this is the face of misogyny and the face of the modern GOP, I’m not talking about one little bigot in a suit, I’m talking about a whole choir that keeps pretending they don’t know the lyrics while humming along in perfect key.

Dear White Women, This Is Not a Drill

Let me talk directly to the white women reading this, especially the ones who already marched, donated, and have the “We Won’t Go Back” sign in the garage. When a man looks into a camera and tells Piers Morgan, “No, I’ve never had sex”, then in the same breath lays out what women are “for,” that is not a meme, that is a policy briefing. When that same man says “most Black people need to be in jail” and laughs when he’s called a racist, that is not edgy comedy, that is a sentencing guideline trying on a human face. And when he gushes that “Hitler was really fing cool,”* then gets invited into the orbit of presidents and senators, what you’re looking at is not a one-off freak show; it’s a test balloon to see how much open fascism the suburbs will tolerate.

We are already living in the beta version of his fantasy world. Dobbs ripped Roe off the wall like a fire alarm and tossed it in the trash; women are crossing state lines for abortions like they’re bootlegging in Prohibition; IVF is under attack; some cops and prosecutors still act like Black women’s bodies are crime scenes first and victims second. Moms in Texas and Florida are watching books about their kids’ identities disappearing from school libraries while judges straight-facedly quote “tradition” to tell you your daughter’s rapist has more constitutional protection than her uterus. This shit is not hypothetical. It’s paperwork, it’s court dates, it’s “I’m sorry ma’am, there’s nothing we can do under the new law.”

So when you look at Nick Fuentes, don’t file him in the “crazy online guy” folder; file him under “coming attractions if we keep pretending this is just about Trump.” The Republican Party is already stress-testing how much of his worldview it can smuggle into nice suits and soft-focus ads: forced birth as “family values,” voter suppression as “election integrity,” book bans as “protecting children.” If you are a white woman who loves your daughters, your queer kids, your Black friends, your own goddamn right to make a decision about your body without asking a priest or a politician, then you don’t get to treat this as somebody else’s nightmare. The same men who have never done the work to recover from their misogyny and racism are writing the script your family has to live in and if we don’t start saying no with our votes, our money, and our mouths, they will happily drag every last one of us into their Handmaid’s Tale fan fiction and call it freedom.

Men, This Is Our Mess to Clean Up

Now I need to talk to the fellas. Because one of the wildest things about that Piers Morgan interview is that I don’t agree with that man on damn near anything politically, but I watched him do something too many “good guys” on our side refuse to do: he looked another man in the eye and said, “You’ve never had sex, you’ve never been with a woman, and you think you know what they’re for?” He called him “a 27-year-old dinosaur,” he straight up said “you’re a racist” when Fuentes laughed about slurs, and he didn’t flinch. That’s what it looks like when a man uses his platform to say to another man: this is not edgy, this is sick.

If Piers Morgan can do that on national television, what is our excuse at the barbershop, in the group chat, at the job, in the locker room? Too many of us sit there while some dude talks about women like blow-up dolls, about Black folks like suspects, about queer people like punchlines, and we do that little nervous chuckle and look at our phones. Then we post thinkpieces about fascism. I’ll own this. I spent years being that quiet dude, letting the “jokes” slide, telling myself I wasn’t like those men while I soaked in the same bullshit. That silence is not neutral, it’s cover fire.

So yeah, I can stand shoulder to shoulder with Piers on this one thing and say to other men: enough of this weird shit. Enough pretending that “he’s just trolling” while his ideas become law. Enough letting women, Black folks, queer folks do all the emotional labor of calling this out while we hide behind our politics or our discomfort. You don’t have to agree with a man on taxes or Brexit or Biden to see the line where basic human decency kicks in and say, “No. Not in my name. Not in my house. Not in my party.”

If you’re a man reading this, I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m asking you to be recovering. To hear that little voice in you that laughs at the wrong things, that likes the power, and say, “Nah, I’m not feeding that today.” I’m asking you to be the one in the room who says, “Bro, that’s not funny,” when somebody goes full Fuentes. Because here’s the truth: misogyny and racism do not fall if men don’t help push. And if we don’t start pushing back on our own, women are going to correctly assume we’re fine living in Nick Fuentes’ world as long as the weirdness doesn’t land directly on us.

The Women Who Prove He’s Winning

If you want to know how deep Nick Fuentes’ theology has already seeped into the groundwater, look at what happened to Kamala Harris and what’s happening right now to Jasmine Crockett. We just watched the first Black woman to sit a heartbeat away from the presidency get framed as “unlikable,” “shrill,” “not ready,” while a man who thinks Hitler was “really cool” and “most Black people need to be in jail” got treated as a serious voice in “the base.” Don’t tell me that’s just policy; that’s the same old sermon: a woman’s place is decorative, a Black woman’s place is invisible, and God forbid she open her mouth with power in it. Kamala walked into a country where a man like Fuentes can’t get a date but can get his worldview baked into a Supreme Court opinion, and somehow she’s the one who came away branded as “too much.”

And now Jasmine Crockett steps up, a Black woman from Texas who refuses to code-switch for anybody, and watch what happens: the right doesn’t argue with her facts, they argue with her face. Suddenly it’s her hair, her lashes, her earrings, her “tone,” her “decorum.” The same people who wink along when an incel Nazi fanboy says women shouldn’t vote clutch their pearls because a Black congresswoman raised her voice at a man lying on national TV. That’s not a contradiction, that’s the program running perfectly: if you can train a generation of young men to believe women are ornaments and Black folks are suspects, then any Black woman with a microphone becomes a glitch in the matrix that must be mocked, minimized, or erased.

He’s the cartoon

they’re the case law.

He’s the meme

they’re the majority opinion.

When he jokes

they legislate

when he winks

they write that shit in the fine print.

Kamala’s loss whether you’re talking about ballots or the slow character assassination that made her the “problem” and Crockett’s constant side-eyeing from the right are not separate stories from Nick Fuentes; they are the harvest of his ideas, planted long before he ever logged on. He’s the cartoon, they’re the case law. He’s the meme, they’re the majority opinion. He’s the meme you scroll past at midnight; they’re the men in suits at 9 a.m. deciding how much of your life they can legally take.

Here’s where I’m at y’all. I’m a man who grew up breathing this poison, trying every day to be recovering, and I am telling you flat-out that a dude who has never even stumbled through an awkward first kiss should not be anywhere near the controls of your daughter’s future. A man who thinks women are ornaments and Black folks are suspects is not a thinker, he’s a hazard. He’s not deep, he’s not brave, he’s not “just saying what others are afraid to say.” He’s a walking Reddit thread in a suit, and somehow this country is letting his worldview sneak into courtrooms, classrooms, and exam rooms like it’s common sense.

So this is the line, right here. On one side you’ve got the boys’-club fantasy: women as props, Black folks as background noise, queer kids as punchlines, all of us stuck inside somebody else’s cheap little script. On the other side you’ve got the messy, loud, inconvenient reality which consists of your body, my skin, our kids, all of us refusing to be written off as plot devices. Pick a side. Because pretending you’re in the bleachers is how you wake up and realize you’ve been cast as an extra in his nightmare the whole damn time.

We don’t have to live like this. We don’t have to laugh along, scroll past, “both-sides” it, and wait to see how bad it gets. White women, Black women, queer kids, straight dudes trying to be better, every last one of us who is sick of watching weird, unhealed men treat our lives like a thought experiment, we can all say it together: not on our watch, not with our votes, not with our silence, not with our money. We are not extras in their fan fiction. We are not extras in their fan fiction. We are not extras in their goddamn fan fiction.

Because at the end of the day, it’s really this simple: either the Nick Fuentes crowd gets to decide what happens to our bodies and our families, or we do. And I don’t know about you, but I am done letting men who have never done the work on their own shadows write the script for my daughter’s world. F*** that.

If this made you mad, good. Let’s do something with that. I used to be embarrassed to ask for money, like it was somehow tacky for a Black writer with a laptop and a conscience to say, “Hey, my time is worth something.” Meanwhile, dudes like Nick Fuentes are pulling in millions of dollars to mainline hate into your sons’ algorithms and march your daughters toward fewer rights than their grandmothers had. If he can get rich poisoning the well, I can sure as hell ask you to throw a few bucks toward cleaning that sh** up.

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