Laying the Trump

I learned a while back that when I get dismissed on the basis of my genitalia, my gender in a general way, the real debate on the actual issue is most likely over:

when you’re trying to have a discussion with men, especially men who think other men are watching or participating, you have to go through this metaphorical dick-waving before you can get down to the meat of the issue.

I suddenly feel like I've been cast into a stupid light beer commercial against my will:

All of the phallic symbolism is in place. Now, what were we actually debating again?