One great triumph of toxic masculinity is the airing of the football game. Regularly, in houses across America, a football game is screened during a family gathering. The men sit on a couch and watch the game, and the women quietly walk back and forth from the kitchen, offering small snacks and fresh drinks. (I'm complicit in this behavior. I don't watch the football game, but also, certainly, I don't carry the drinks.) No one ever says, "Hey, who wants to switch the channel to TOSCA, on PBS?" Or: "Would anyone like to check out Katrina Lenk doing Sondheim songs? They're re-running this on Thirteen...." Sometimes--amazingly--a man will berate a woman for not knowing something about football. The woman will ask, innocently, what "tight end" refers to, and her partner or spouse, in front of a crowd, will say, "Woman, do you really not know the answer to that????" Almost certainly, the woman does *not* say: "...