A friend of mine who fancied herself a socialist used to say "The ugliest face of the bourgeoise, its smiling face."
I was reminded of that watching Brett Kavanaugh's bland Dad visage Monday night after Trump gained Kavanaugh's fealty by nominating him to the Supreme Court.
Even when he attempts a supercilious smile, Trump can't avoid his thuggishness. His eyes keep their hard shark's glare.
Kavanaugh's guy-next-door look is more malign. The good Catholic judge's spiel - hard-working parents, Mom a teacher (Dad a lobbyist, undisclosed), CYO girls' basketball coach, was designed to reassure the nation. Yes, he'll be a genial authoritarian, taking away our freedoms with a smile.
As Kavanaugh rambled on, Trump struggled to contain himself. He couldn't control eye-rolls and grimaces when the good Dad judge went on and on about his Jesuit-inspired community service.
When Kavanaugh talked about taking his daughter to a Notre Dame-UConn women's basketball game, Trump nearly chortled. I could see the thought bubble pop up over his unruly hair-nest: "girly man!" At that moment, Trump likely thought of rescinding the nomination.
I was taken by the two young Kavanaugh daughters, and how their Dad doted on them. As San Francisco journalist David Talbot noted, how can the Kavanaugh parents explain to their bright daughters Trump's abusiveness toward women?
Kavanaugh is expected to be the tipping vote necessary to overturn Roe v. Wade. I assume Kavanaugh doesn't believe his young daughters will ever need Roe v. Wade's rights, that they will always remain good Catholic girls who'll never get in trouble.
These GOP dads love to control women's lives, as if all were players on a CYO basketball team, forever caught in the 1950s.