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Okay it’s not that bad, but we are kind of all over the place, from the City of Regina’s budget shitshow to the Scott Moe shitshow.
Perhaps more entertainingly(?), in this episode we address my relationship with the male species of Saskatchewan.
“She hates men!”
Heard it time and again.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I adore men.
Real men.
The kind who’ve wrestled with real problems in the real world - which is not Saskatchewan - and came out scarred but still standing.
The problem is I’ve met too many real and good men everywhere but here to continue to excuse or ignore the reality of the Mediocre Saskatchewan Male™ (MSM). The more I get away from it, the more I realize how unique these phenomenons, much like the MSM, are to this province.
There is a legitimate crisis of masculinity in the province and too many women think it’s normal, which is kind of sad.
It’s not, it’s just very Saskatchewan - remote, sparsely populated, highly insulated from any kind of real adversity.
I’m sorry, it’s the truth. I’ve traveled a lot, lived for extended periods of time on three continents. In my honest opinion, Saskatchewan men can be a special kind of soft, like I’ve never seen anywhere else.
If you’re a dude born and raised in Saskatchewan, you think an actual disaster is a slow drive-thru. You’re untested by anything harder than a woman who thinks independently. At the least, you haven’t been exposed to very many. Your biggest natural threat is the mosquito. The heaviest weights on your shoulders? Self-inflicted: you shackled yourself to the girl next door because it was low-effort; coasted into an unsatisfying gig that pays the bills; chugged way too many Pil because the Leafs lost.
They’re the Leafs, of course they lost.
Saskatchewan is the place where bros everywhere - including its former premier - worship a Youtuber who models himself after a Looney Tunes hillbilly and boasts a stage name that evokes premature ejaculation.
I’m trying to envisage Roy Romanow watching one of those videos and I just can’t.
In my opinion, real men forge their own paths and build their own empires.
They don’t cling to government handouts while pretending they got rich thanks to their keen business acumen, or need to know someone who can put a thumb on a scale to get ahead.
They don’t brag about being giant fish in the tiniest of ponds.
Scott Moe is the patron saint of the MSM. They relate to him. He is walking, talking proof you don’t need grit, vision, or a spine to succeed in Saskatchewan. A pickup truck, penis and a pulse will get a guy everywhere.
That and donate to the Sask Party?
Sky’s the limit baby.
Maybe I am sick of it. Why aren’t you? Pretty sure plenty of Saskatchewan women agree with me.
I’m not out here swinging a spotlight around looking for anyone’s insecurities. I’m just holding up a mirror to the general public.
It’s certainly not all Saskatchewan men - scroll back up if you need to read the criteria again. There are plenty of stellar men in my life who laugh with me at the moniker - who recognize I polarize to make you think, not think like me.
If me calling out the Mediocre Saskatchewan Male still makes you feel seen, that’s a you problem.
I think we talked about the Saskatchewan budget too.
🤷🏻♀️
T.
