I Went to the White House Brawl and Watched the Manosphere Go Limp

It was supposed to be an exhibition of freedom without restraint: a bombastic birthday boy (the President), fourteen uncontrollable athletes (courtesy of the UFC), and a South Lawn build-out that was piss-your-pants patriotic (dive-bombing bald eagles). But what united onlookers, in the end, was the sudden realization that American machismo had hit a hard limit.