Scott Galloway’s new book, Notes on Being a Man, leans on the same familiar framework: provider, protector, procreator. On the surface, it reads like advice for men, but dig deeper, and it’s far more insidious. This isn’t guidance. It’s a reinforcement of the myth of white male supremacy, repackaged as modern masculinity, and it’s actively harmful. Why harmful?

If you’ve read White Women, Get Ready, you already understand one of Amanda K. Gross’s core truths: Whiteness, particularly white womanhood, relies on the fantasy of endless redemption. It’s baked into Post-Traumatic Mistress Syndrome: the deep, unexamined belief that white women must always be seen as good, pure, innocent, misunderstood, or redeemable, no matter the harm inflicted. And this belief doesn’t live in isolation. It is a feature, not a bug, of the myth of white supremacy.

As we move into the final virtual session of the 14-week Facilitated Conversations with Kim Crayton – Mediocre cohort, one insight has hit me harder than almost anything else: the near-total absence of Joy, Play, Pleasure, and Passion in the lives of white men…especially outside of competition, control, or sexual in nature. Week after week, as these men shared honestly about their friendships, their partnerships, and even their closest relationships, what became clear was this:

MTG’s apology has to be understood through the lens of what’s actually happening: the parasite of the myth of white supremacy is finally beginning to devour its host. This clash, white supremacists turning against each other, was always inevitable. A movement built on domination, fear, and grievance will eventually cannibalize itself, because it has no capacity for community, care, accountability, or collective responsibility. It can only destroy, even from within.

I’ve spent the past few months watching white media, traditional and independent, twist itself into knots trying to “explain” the fracturing happening within the right-wing coalition. And the unfortunate truth is this: nothing has changed. Because under the myth of white supremacy, far too many of you still refuse to acknowledge that systems, institutions, and policies, not personalities, are what animate these movements.

One of the least acknowledged consequences of the myth of white supremacy is the deep cynicism it breeds in all of us. And I don’t mean discernment. I don’t mean healthy boundaries. I don’t mean strategic awareness. I mean cynicism: A distrustful, suspicious posture toward human nature that assumes people are motivated only by self-interest. A worldview that treats sincerity as naïve and integrity as optional.

There’s a truth I need you to sit with: White male loneliness isn’t a crisis because it’s new. It’s a crisis because it’s finally being named. For generations, white men have been conditioned by the myth of white male supremacy to disconnect from their own humanity. Your socialization taught you that intimacy is weakness, that honesty is dangerous, and that community is something other people need…not you. And now we’re watching men and boys crumble under the weight of that lie.

One thing that I suspected, from working with my white male business advising clients, and that has now been confirmed in the Facilitated Conversations with Kim Crayton – Mediocre sessions is this truth: white male loneliness is not new. What is new is that today’s white men and boys finally have platforms to talk about it, and there are more than enough people waiting to exploit those feelings for profit, power, and the preservation of patriarchy.

So much of navigating professional spaces as a Black woman requires an ongoing conversation with yourself. A constant reminder that you know what you know, that you deserve what you ask for, and that your presence in spaces designed against you matters. What most people will never understand is the sheer amount of energy it takes to hold that truth. To fight back, day after day, against the indoctrination that says you must: