The Woman That Makes Women Hate Their Husbands
How a cardigan-wearing historian is blowing up marriages and warping American politics
Pirate Wires just published a wild story about a marriage that finally collapsed after the wife mainlined the historian/writer/pundit Heather Cox Richardson every night.
It sounds weird and extreme, unless you’ve seen this pattern before. I have, repeatedly. I think many people have, but nobody’s willing to call it out.
I am.
There is, in fact, a pipeline from “casual HCR reader” to “angry divorcée who hates most men and half of America.”
It’s astonishingly predictable, and you can watch it in real time, slowly, at first, then suddenly. It starts with mild concern, then escalates to daily outrage, then apocalyptic fear, then a whole new identity, then—boom— “My husband is the source of all of my problems.”
Even things that seem neutral or harmless, like water or coffee, can kill you in large enough doses. I think many a marriage has died from Richardson’s Disease via an overdose on HCR.
Tom, figuring his vote was more likely to determine the outcome of his marriage than the election’s, voted for Kamala Harris. But in a rare move, during that confrontation, he challenged Kate directly: “What if I hadn’t?”
“And she said, ‘Well, of course I’d divorce you.’”
(From ‘Heather Cox Richardson Stole My Wife’ by Pirate Wires)
This escalation pattern appears in every radicalization model, but here, it’s just dressed up in respectable language and email newsletters.
Heather Cox Richardson has built an entire mini-industry around turning otherwise normal, functional women into apocalyptic political hysterics. But wrapping it all in a purported veil of “history” covers a multitude of her very many sins, especially being staggeringly sloppy and melodramatic.
HCR is extremely biased, but it’s far worse than that: she uses the same psychological methods as extremist groups and cults: catastrophizing, moral absolutism, demonizing outsiders, and convincing followers that disagreement = danger. But a nice-looking white lady with a boring sweater and a Harvard degree isn’t as scary as doomsdayers with shaved heads hiding in basements committing mass suicide.
Because she packages her screeds in soft tones and appears professorial, nobody calls it what it is. The respectability IS the camouflage. You can find it next to the white wine, wicker furniture, and Cosmo magazine in the “trusted products for women over 45” starter pack at Safeway.
Seriously, when a college professor with a PhD in History is no more enlightening than the average unwashed feminist teen wearing a vagina hat and screeching “F*ck Trump,” we have a serious problem.
Heatherheads are a true phenomenon to behold, and they are legion: I have met many like this. They seemed like sane, polite, married women, but then they became divorced and bitter, wallowing in hatred for all things American and masculine.
Is HCR the cause of divorce? Certainly not. But she sure is one hell of an accelerant.
When men go full retard (“Never go full retard!”), swearing off women altogether out of hurt or politics, they’re relegated to the MGTOW club (“Men Going Their Own Way”)—the ultimate social pariahs. We cringe at the sight of the embarrassing shell of their former selves that literally nobody respects.
When women do the same in reverse, they’re cheered on and encouraged by other women. “She’s brave! She’s strong! She’s finding her true self!”
Also, when men get divorced, I’ve noticed that they almost never make announcements about it on social media. They either go completely silent and log off altogether, or perhaps they’ll quietly make a very short statement, and other men share condolences.
“Sorry, man, that sucks.”
When women get divorced, they often shout it from the rooftops with big, bombastic announcements and make sure everyone they know is aware of it. “The girls” then pile on with lavish praise for her and vitriolic scorn for the poor, unfortunate man she left behind.
“Yasss queen! You go, girl! F*ck that guy! He didn’t deserve you! Call me sometime!”
I have watched multiple married couples I know dissolve this way in public and devolve to this absurd level of discourse.
And this is the real cultural rot: women are incentivized to have crazy political meltdowns. Men get mocked when they radicalize; women get validated, affirmed, and pushed further along the track.
One sex gets a warning label. The other gets cheerleaders waving pom-poms.
In the future, real historians will marvel at how a random “historian” with two last names found a way to poison America’s melting pot with resentment and derision, whipping readers into a frenzy of mouth-foaming histrionics about threats that aren’t even real and even convinced women to leave their husbands if they disagree.
Just look at the home destroyed in the article:
Cutting off your parents due to political disagreements
The NY Times’ 1619 Project
Trump Derangement Syndrome
Republicans have sold their souls to the devil
The Handmaid’s Tale
Calling people KKK members, Fascists, and Nazis
It’s all there. There’s almost certainly a Palestine flag in that house somewhere.
HCR’s output is a treasure trove of sludge and decay. “Letters from an American” is a publication of embarrassing letters from a terrible American.
Interestingly, a white woman asked me something a bit shocking a few weeks ago:
“Why does it seem that white American men are only interested in marrying Asian and Hispanic women these days?”
I found the question both sad and remarkable that she even asked.
This is why.
Did you give a direct answer to the question about why white men marry Asian and Hispanic women? How’d that go over?
I was unaware of this person.
Classic syndrome, I'm an unhappy person; therefore, NO ONE shall be happy.
Another sad, angry soul determined to drag others into their ugly neurosis. I wonder what series of events twisted her top off and made her decide she was so special.
Great post, Ron.
Choose wisely, my brothers. Good, decent, well-adjusted women exist. But you must look hard for them.