Let's Go Brandon
May. 14th, 2022 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rynlingAn extremely handsome and fit man in his mid-thirties lives four or five doors down from our new townhouse. When my husband and I take the corgi for a walk in the early evening, we usually see him out watering the flowers in his window boxes and sidewalk planters, and he’s always wearing tight white shorts. My husband is super awkward and nervous around him, but he still insists on having a conversation every time we see him.
So I finally sat my husband down and asked if everything is okay with the neighbor. Like, I know my husband isn’t homophobic, but maybe he might be a little gay? Men typically aren’t as sexually fluid as women, but maybe my husband just has a thing for this one guy? I was a little jealous, because there’s no way I can compete with the neighbor’s ass in those tiny white shorts, but whatever. I’m here to support bisexual men.
Of course I didn’t tell my conservative immigrant husband that I suspected he might be gay, and the way he responded to my question about whether everything is okay with the neighbor ended up surprising me. He didn’t mention the guy at all. Instead, he said that he really loves the flowers in front of his townhouse.
He told me that, when he used to go with his parents to visit family in London, he would always get jealous of the people who had flowers growing in planters in front of their townhouses. Cities in the Middle East aren’t generally laid out in a way that makes that possible, and it’s impossible to grow anything like that in the desert anyway. So, every time my husband walks in front of the neighbor’s house, he gets jealous of his flowers too. Apparently he’s been wanting to ask the neighbor where he got the planters, but he was worried that they will have come from a shitty hipster florist who judges everyone who walks into the store and charges way too much.
Which is a legitimate concern! So I said, fuck the shitty expensive hipster florists, let’s drive out to Lancaster County and get flowers from the Amish.
Neither of us had any classes or meetings on Friday, so that’s what we did yesterday morning. Unfortunately, along with the Amish, there are a bunch of rednecks out in rural Pennsylvania. There used to be Trump 2020 signs everywhere, but they’ve been replaced by billboards and professionally printed lawn signs that say “Let’s Go Brandon.”
This expression apparently comes from a TikTok meme based on a viral YouTube video from October 2021 in which the crowd at a Nascar race spontaneously started chanting “fuck Joe Biden.” Since the announcers couldn’t acknowledge this sort of strong language or political message on television, they claimed that the crowd was chanting “let’s go Brandon.” Which, coincidentally, doesn’t get flagged by TikTok or Facebook.
And that’s how I learned that “Let’s Go Brandon” has become a rallying cry for QAnon rejects.
The planters my husband picked out are lovely, by the way. I’ll try to post a photo later.
So I finally sat my husband down and asked if everything is okay with the neighbor. Like, I know my husband isn’t homophobic, but maybe he might be a little gay? Men typically aren’t as sexually fluid as women, but maybe my husband just has a thing for this one guy? I was a little jealous, because there’s no way I can compete with the neighbor’s ass in those tiny white shorts, but whatever. I’m here to support bisexual men.
Of course I didn’t tell my conservative immigrant husband that I suspected he might be gay, and the way he responded to my question about whether everything is okay with the neighbor ended up surprising me. He didn’t mention the guy at all. Instead, he said that he really loves the flowers in front of his townhouse.
He told me that, when he used to go with his parents to visit family in London, he would always get jealous of the people who had flowers growing in planters in front of their townhouses. Cities in the Middle East aren’t generally laid out in a way that makes that possible, and it’s impossible to grow anything like that in the desert anyway. So, every time my husband walks in front of the neighbor’s house, he gets jealous of his flowers too. Apparently he’s been wanting to ask the neighbor where he got the planters, but he was worried that they will have come from a shitty hipster florist who judges everyone who walks into the store and charges way too much.
Which is a legitimate concern! So I said, fuck the shitty expensive hipster florists, let’s drive out to Lancaster County and get flowers from the Amish.
Neither of us had any classes or meetings on Friday, so that’s what we did yesterday morning. Unfortunately, along with the Amish, there are a bunch of rednecks out in rural Pennsylvania. There used to be Trump 2020 signs everywhere, but they’ve been replaced by billboards and professionally printed lawn signs that say “Let’s Go Brandon.”
This expression apparently comes from a TikTok meme based on a viral YouTube video from October 2021 in which the crowd at a Nascar race spontaneously started chanting “fuck Joe Biden.” Since the announcers couldn’t acknowledge this sort of strong language or political message on television, they claimed that the crowd was chanting “let’s go Brandon.” Which, coincidentally, doesn’t get flagged by TikTok or Facebook.
And that’s how I learned that “Let’s Go Brandon” has become a rallying cry for QAnon rejects.
The planters my husband picked out are lovely, by the way. I’ll try to post a photo later.
