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November 5, 2024.
The night Kamala Harris lost to Donald Trump wasn’t just an election outcome. It was a hinge—the kind of moment where a door swings open and everything on the other side comes flooding through.
And what came through wasn’t policy. It wasn’t ideology. It wasn’t even politics in the traditional sense.
It was permission.
Permission to say what had been simmering. Permission to act on what had been restrained. Permission for men who had spent years nursing grievances about women’s autonomy, women’s ambition, women’s refusal to shrink—to finally exhale their rage in public and call it victory.
This is the essay about that night. About what it released. About how a single electoral loss became the starting gun for a cultural backlash that had been waiting, coiled, for exactly this kind of moment.
Because here’s what people miss when they talk about the 2024 election as just another partisan pendulum swing: it wasn’t. For a certain kind of man, Trump’s win over Harris wasn’t about tax policy or foreign relations or even abortion in the abstract. It was about defeating her—a Black woman, a woman who had the audacity to believe she could lead, a woman who refused to apologize for her competence.
And when she lost, those men didn’t just celebrate a political win.
They celebrated a gender victory.
II. The Tweet That Became a Rallying Cry
At 1:04 AM on November 6, 2024—less than two hours after major networks called the race for Trump—a far-right livestreamer named Nick Fuentes posted four words on X that would become the unofficial slogan of male grievance for the year to come:
“Your body, my choice. Forever.”
It was a deliberate inversion of the pro-choice rallying cry “my body, my choice”—a taunt, a threat, a smirking declaration that women’s autonomy was now, officially, back on the table for negotiation. And it wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t a dog whistle. It was a bullhorn.
Within 24 hours, that tweet had 35 million views.
Let that sit for a moment. Thirty-five million people saw a man—someone with documented ties to white nationalist movements, someone who has openly called himself a misogynist—announce that women’s bodies were now subject to male authority, and the post didn’t just circulate. It detonated.
Fuentes followed it up with a video where he grinned into the camera and said, directly: “Women, we control your bodies! Guess what? Guys win again! There will never, EVER be a female president!”
That clip got 82 million views across platforms.
This wasn’t fringe content that stayed in the sewers of the internet. This was mainstream virality. This was the algorithm deciding that millions of people—many of them young, many of them men, many of them boys—needed to see this message. And they did.
III. The Spike
The Institute for Strategic Dialogue, a research organization that tracks online extremism, documented what happened next.
In the 24 hours following Trump’s victory, misogynistic posts on X increased by 4,600 percent.
Not 46 percent. Not 460 percent. Four thousand, six hundred percent.
Phrases like “your body, my choice” and “get back in the kitchen” flooded the platform. Researchers noted that the spike wasn’t just volume—it was viciousness. Women, particularly women who had publicly supported Harris, were targeted with rape threats, doxxing attempts, and celebratory declarations that feminism was “over.”
One viral post that night, from a male user with over 100,000 followers, read: “We won. Close off your wombs to men if you want—good luck surviving without us.”
It got 436,000 likes.
This wasn’t random. This wasn’t organic grievance bubbling up independently. This was coordinated, amplified, and celebrated. Male supremacist influencers—people who had built entire careers selling young men the narrative that feminism had stolen their birthright—saw the election as vindication. And they told their audiences: This is your moment. The culture is swinging back. Act accordingly.
IV. The Spillover
Within 48 hours, the rhetoric jumped offline.
Girls in high schools across the country reported boys chanting “your body, my choice” in hallways, cafeterias, locker rooms. Some schools sent home letters to parents acknowledging the problem. Others didn’t, leaving teenage girls to navigate a suddenly hostile environment where the boys they sat next to in class were now parroting slogans that reduced them to objects whose autonomy was up for debate.
One parent posted on TikTok that her daughter had been told by a group of boys at school: “Sleep with one eye open tonight.”
On TikTok itself, female creators—particularly those who had posted about supporting Harris—were bombarded with comments. Thousands of accounts, many of them newly created, swarmed videos with variations of “your body, my choice” and explicit rape threats. Some women reported receiving hundreds of these messages within hours.
The Institute for Strategic Dialogue noted that the harassment wasn’t just hostile—it was gleeful. There was a tone of celebration, of men who felt like they’d been given permission not just to disagree but to punish.
And that’s the key word: punish.
Because this wasn’t about policy disagreement. This was about making women feel the cost of having stepped out of line. This was about humiliation as correction.
V. The Permission Structure
So where did the permission come from?
Not from a vacuum. Not from the internet inventing new cruelty out of thin air.
It came from the top.
Donald Trump, the man who had been found liable for sexual abuse in a civil trial earlier that year, the man who had bragged on tape about grabbing women “by the pussy,” the man who had called women “pigs” and “dogs” and “disgusting animals” for years—was about to be inaugurated as president again.
And the message that sent was unmistakable: Consequence is optional. Accountability is for other people. If you’re loud enough, cruel enough, shameless enough—you win.
Trump didn’t create male grievance. But he gave it a face, a voice, and a victory lap.
When Stephen Miller, one of Trump’s senior advisors, tweeted on Election Day, “Get every man you know to the polls,” it wasn’t subtle. The campaign had explicitly targeted young men—men who felt alienated, men who felt “left behind,” men who had been marinating in manosphere content that told them feminism was the enemy and Trump was the avatar of their revenge.
And it worked.
In 2020, Biden won men aged 18-29 by 15 points. In 2024, Trump won that same demographic by 14 points. That’s a 30-point swing in four years.
Analysts pointed to several factors: inflation, frustration with Biden, the influence of podcasts and livestreamers who had spent years courting young male audiences with a mix of humor, grievance, and thinly veiled misogyny.
But the simplest explanation is this: those young men were told, over and over, that their problems were caused by women gaining power. And when Trump won, it felt like proof.
VI. The Framing
Here’s what I need you to understand about backlash: it doesn’t happen because women suddenly became more powerful. It happens because women refused to pretend they weren’t.
Kamala Harris didn’t lose because she was incompetent. She lost because she was Black, because she was a woman, because she represented a future where men like Trump—men who build their authority on dominance and humiliation—are no longer the default setting.
And a significant portion of the country looked at that future and said: No. Not yet. Not her.
The 2024 election wasn’t just a rejection of Harris. It was a rejection of the idea that women—particularly women of color—could ascend to the highest office without male approval, without male permission, without promising to stay in their lane.
And when she lost, the men who had been waiting for that rejection celebrated it as though they’d personally won something.
They had.
They’d won permission to be cruel again. To be loud again. To say the quiet part out loud and not just survive it—but be rewarded for it.
VII. The Hinge
This is why November 5, 2024, matters.
Not because it was the first time misogyny existed. Not because it was the first time a woman lost an election. But because it was the moment when the door swung open—and what had been festering in private, in forums and group chats and podcast comment sections, came flooding into public view.
2025 didn’t invent male grievance. But 2025 was the year it became mainstream. The year it became policy. The year it became presidential.
And it all started that night.
When Nick Fuentes smirked into his webcam and said, “Your body, my choice,” he wasn’t just trolling. He was reading the room. He was interpreting the election results correctly. He understood what Trump’s win meant to the men who had been told, for years, that they were losing.
It meant: You’re not losing anymore. You’re winning. And the women who thought they didn’t need you? They’re about to find out otherwise.
That’s the hinge.
That’s the moment when male grievance stopped being a subculture and became a movement.
And in the essays that follow, I’m going to show you how that movement built itself—who funded it, who amplified it, who profited from it, and what it cost the women who became its targets.
Because 2025 wasn’t just the year of pitiful men.
It was the year they were given power.
And they used it exactly the way you’d expect.
Monica Craiyon
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