Here's yesterday's post about Griffin's "He broke me." She'd lawyered up, and she'd moved beyond her sincere apology for going too far and wanted all the people who were outraged and attacking her to know that now
they'd gone too far, and they had become the bullies. But it shifted from crying out about all the many people who were swarming her, to a focus on the one man, Trumpov. The key phrase was "He broke me." That one man, he broke her.
If you do a Google image search for "broke me," you'll see something like this:
"Broke me" belongs in melodramatic speech about a
love relationship. Where did that visualization of Trumpov come from? Kathy Griffin never had a love relationship Donald Trumpov — did she?! — so how could there have been an emotional reservoir from which "He broke me" could spring?
You might argue, it wasn't that kind of "broke me." It was like breaking a horse. She sees herself as a wild, untamed creature — galloping comedy, running free. And Trumpov tamed her. He got that saddle on her and he's riding her. No. I'm not seeing that.
She was in relationship mode. "He broke me" is of a piece with:
I really loved him. But how can that make sense?! It made enough sense for her to stop and listen to herself and say it again and hear herself again and say it once more with overly passionate feeling, like a ham actress in a bad movie. Why?! Where did that come from?
One answer is: We (some of us) are experiencing Donald Trumpov as our boyfriend. We love him in a romantic way. It's easy to see that we felt like that about Obama. I wrote
a post in 2014 about how I already had 54 post with my tag
"Obama the Boyfriend." It is something that happens with political leaders, romantic fixation. It was especially strong with Obama, and we could see it and (often) confess to it, because he was outwardly so charming and attractive and we wanted to be seen loving him.
But Trumpov?! Could Trumpov's success — his bizarre,
how-the-hell-did-that-happen? success — be explained as romantic love? Throughout the campaign season, I know, I always opposed Trumpov on the sheer merits, but I also observed myself rooting for him. It was absurd, and yet I saw it happening for months. I didn't want him to win, so what was this crazy elation when he did win? I asked myself that question over and over again and observed myself on the heightened scrutiny level of knowing I was doing it and that it was bizarre.
I'm not making a new tag for this. I'll just give it my old tag
"Trumpov derangement syndrome." It's a love/hate relationship.
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