I swear I came up with that hateful umbrella metaphor all on my own, but when I did a Google images search for a funny gif to go with it, this turned up:
There is no new idea under the sun.
Except maybe this one. I present to you that as shitty as things seem now, they are, in fact better than they have ever been before here in these United States of America. And for evidence, I'm going to tell you about an episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show that I recently saw, called "The Lady, The Tiger, and the Lawyer."
The premise of this episode: a suave, handsome single man named (IIRC) Ted moves in next door to the Petrie's charming New Rochelle manse. Laura decides she needs to set him up with someone because you know how women are! Women be matchmaking! But when Rob suggests perpetually single lovelorn Sally Rogers as a potential match, Laura demurs. Sally is a little too... too... you know? She thinks her single cousin, Donna, is a better choice.
Rob and Laura engage in marital hijinks (not that kind! Babies still came via stork in 1965) and decide that the Superior Matchmaker component of the ongoing game, Marriage, has begun. Dinners for Handsome Ted are arranged for the next two nights.
First Ted and Donna hit it off swimmingly. They like all the same things, one of which is rocks (I don't know). Rob is ready to throw in the Sally Rogers-shaped towel, but Laura insists he go through with it for the Honor of the Competition. Whaddya know, Ted and Sally hit it off just as well. Ted gets Sally. He thinks she's hilarious. (She is hilarious, but maybe a little exhausting, right? Same with Buddy. Maybe just once stop with the jokes? Just a little?). The question of who is currently winning Marriage remains undecided.
By night three, Ted hasn't called either "girl" and Laura and Rob are just all kinds of twitterpated about this because Marriage demands a winner! As Rob and Laura begin to work through their scheme database to come up with good way to find out which "girl" Ted has chosen, Ted knocks on the door!
Ted wants to explain to Rob and Laura (noteworthily: not Donna or Sally) why he isn't going to call either "girl".
Are you guys ready for this? Are you?
Turns our Ted's under psychiatric care and is only allowed to see a "girl" once. Because, you see, he's been married three or four times before and he has this problem. He has a terrible temper and this unfortunate habit of hitting his wives.
It all worked out and neither Rob nor Laura lose Marriage, because it's all down to Ted's little wife-beating habit!
Now, look, I know what you're thinking. I'm being a ridiculous anachronistic strident feminist killjoy because it was a different time.
But that's just my point.
The endless navel-gazing of the Internet and social media in particular can be exhausting. The constant interrogation of humor for sexism, racism, classism, etc may seem to suck the joy out of comedy. Donald Trump is VERY opposed to political correctness. But there's no such thing as "political correctness." We've just taken away asshole carte blanche from white, straight cis-men. And this makes us better. It makes the world bigger and more open and funnier.
So when you find yourself descending into Trumpian despair, ask yourself this: if I could live at any point in history, but with no control over gender, race, able-bodiedness, or sexual orientation, when would you live? The answer is either now or GTFO.
(The Dick Van Dyke Show was still pretty good, y'all. And I love Laura's capri pants.)