En la reunión familiar, mi tío dijo: "¿No es hora de que controlemos adecuadamente a nuestras...

At the family gathering, my uncle said, “Isn’t it time we properly controlled our women?” The potato salad fell from my hands and splattered all over Aunt Catherine’s white rug as everyone stared at Uncle Frank like he’d grown a second head. “I’m serious,” he continued, putting down his beer and looking around the living room at the 23 family members gathered for Grandma’s 85th birthday. “Look at the divorce rates. Look at how society is falling apart. It’s because we stopped keeping women in their proper place.” My cousin Lisa’s mouth dropped open, and her new boyfriend shifted uncomfortably on the couch as my mom gripped her wine glass so tightly I thought it would shatter. Frank, what the hell are you talking about? My dad stood up from his armchair, his face already turning red the way it did when someone cut him off in traffic. But Uncle Frank wasn’t backing down. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through something, his face lit up by the blue glow. I've been reading about this online. There's a whole movement of men who understand what went wrong. Women had too much freedom, and now look where we are. He turned his phone back to us, displaying some website with bold red text about reclaiming male authority and natural hierarchy. My 16-year-old daughter, Megan, was sitting next to me on the loveseat, and I felt her whole body tense up. She'd been excited about this reunion, her first time seeing the extended family since before the pandemic. And now Uncle Frank was ruining everything with some rabbit hole he'd fallen down on the internet. Uncle Frank, I said, trying to keep my voice steady...