The other day everyone's favorite forensic psychologist who has restyled himself as an all-purpose disapproving scold told his audience that if his wife had her way he's be reading her poetry in a park and lighting candles. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," he hollered disingenuously, undoubtedly remembering his handlers' advice to be less alienating and abrasive.

But his homophobia simply would not allow him to act approvingly of men who like poetry, candles, and pleasing women. Turning back to her one more time, he spat "if you wanted a wuss, you should have married one."

"Wuss," Dr. Phil? Is that one of those fancy smarty pants words you learned when getting your PhD at the University of North Texas? Perhaps that is the professional jargon used by psychologists who discourage men from having an interest in art and beauty.

But really what it seems to me is a term used by insecure men to police gender boundries that have been set up to keep male privilege and power in place and force women to accept the burden of doing the majority of emotional labor in our culture. Well done. Another good day at the office for one of our most sexist public figures.