[Carrie voiceover from Sex and the City]
He’s well-dressed, suave, politically active, and handsome. But I couldn’t help but wonder: is dating a dapper guy in the alt-right.... alt-wrong?
He’s well-dressed, suave, politically active, and handsome. But I couldn’t help but wonder: is dating a dapper guy in the alt-right.... alt-wrong?
SAMANTHA: Oh honey, don’t give it a second thought. When I went on my tour of Argentina I slept with my fair share of Nazis, and let me just tell you, Poland wasn’t the only thing they knew how to invade.
CHARLOTTE: I don’t know, Carrie. Does he know that my Howie is [whispers] Jewish?
MIRANDA: This is ridiculous! I can’t believe you would date a guy who believes this crap.
SAMANTHA: People believe all sorts of crap.
CARRIE: Yeah. Charlotte believed that that guy from Yale when he told her he needed blowjobs to prevent migraines.
[everyone laughs]
SAMANTHA: People believe all sorts of crap.
CARRIE: Yeah. Charlotte believed that that guy from Yale when he told her he needed blowjobs to prevent migraines.
[everyone laughs]
I couldn’t explain it. Somehow, this reader of Breitbart had gotten a hold of my Breit-heart. He doesn’t think holocaust is real, but I was starting to believe he and I might be.
When I got home that night, my apartment was a mess. It was worse than the falling of Berlin: books, cigarettes, sandwich wrappers. White nationalism, I could deal with. Coffee ring stains on my vintage cherrywood table? Not so much.
CARRIE: Sweetie?
DAPPER ALT-RIGHT GUY: Hey, babe! I did the laundry.
[Carrie holds up a formerly white t-shirt, streaked with dye]
It was the last straw. Turns out, a guy who believed in a racial ethnostate didn’t know how to separate colors and whites.
DAPPER ALT-RIGHT GUY: Hey, babe! I did the laundry.
[Carrie holds up a formerly white t-shirt, streaked with dye]
It was the last straw. Turns out, a guy who believed in a racial ethnostate didn’t know how to separate colors and whites.
(Sorry sorry I know it’s Harry not Howie I don’t know what got into me)