In their latest identity crisis, Democrats are trying to slap a beard, throw on a pair of work boots, and drop a few curse words to stop their hemorrhaging support among men—and it’s going about as well as expected. In short: it’s all hat, no cattle. When your policies are rooted in scolding, shaming, and “equity” mandates that punish masculinity itself, no amount of performative “tough talk” is going to win back the men who have already walked away.
First up: David Hogg, the DNC’s newly minted vice chair and self-appointed voice of the youth. On Real Time with Bill Maher, Hogg offered his diagnosis of the Democrats’ male problem with all the charisma of a TikTok rant. His strategy? Stop judging young men for wanting to “get laid and have fun.” That’s the level of intellectual depth now coming from the top ranks of the Democratic Party—”relatability” by way of frat-house sloganeering.
Let’s be clear: Hogg isn’t just unserious—he’s symbolic. The party doesn’t want actual masculinity; it wants a cosmetic version that nods to male instincts just enough to lure them back in—all while pushing policies that suffocate those instincts at every turn.
And when questions arose about whether Hogg qualified for his DEI-appointed position due to his lack of intersectional identity markers, well—that just added to the absurdity. Even the DNC can’t decide if their token attempts at representation are woke enough.
Then there’s Jackson Katz, Gavin Newsom’s go-to “gender scholar,” whose idea of male outreach is a drawn-out apology tour. Katz laments that masculinity is misunderstood, but his version of “redefining” it sounds suspiciously like a corporate HR seminar with a side of MSNBC groupthink.
Katz isn’t interested in affirming masculine virtues—he’s interested in neutering them. Instead of strength, duty, leadership, and courage, he offers a buffet of guilt, submission, and academic word salads. This is the kind of outreach effort that thinks the path to winning back working-class men is paved with PowerPoints, lisping lectures, and condescending TED Talk energy.
But hey, he’s a white guy who talks sports and speaks in a Boston accent—maybe that’s enough to mask the contempt behind the “education.”
Lastly, there’s Sen. Ruben Gallego, the Democrats’ rugged cosplay attempt at a “real man.” He’s a Marine vet, a Latino, and occasionally wears denim—which is enough for the New York Times to label him a “bro” and for legacy media to gush about his “working-class appeal.”
Gallego hits the media circuit with lines like, “Sometimes my decisions are gonna piss off a lot of people,” as if the mere use of the word “piss” qualifies as principled rebellion. But underneath the surface is the same predictable platform: climate dogma, open-border fetishism, gender politics, and anti-police sentiment—all scrubbed clean and rewrapped in faux-macho packaging.
His grand advice to the White House? Attend boxing matches and Copa America games. Because in his view, men are just waiting for Biden to share a nacho platter with a reggaeton artist before they come crawling back. It’s insulting, not empowering.
