IT’S A PROPER PRE-FOURTH OF JULY FISKING FROM JAMES LILEKS:

If I see a piece in Vox or Slate or Salon or Slatox that tut-tuts about something men do for the usual stupid unexamined manly reasons, I always check the byline: if it’s a guy, it’s often someone whose twitter bio has pronouns, pissy egotistical snark for the last line, and a picture of himself – glasses, always black-rimmed glasses — making an expression of faux joy and surprise – if it’s about games or movies or comic books or other . . . youthful pursuits, shall we say. That sort rarely ventures out of the pop-culture bubble, though. When it comes to Cars or Steaks or Guns they’re usually out of their element.

If the byline suggests the author is a woman – you cannot be certain, and off to Twitter jail if you assume — then I am filled with red rage. How — how can they presume to know? How dare they femalesplain? Do they not know that membership in one gender absolutely forbids you from making assumptions or statements or observations about the other?

Do I even need to add the obligatory “read the whole thing” tag at this point?