ICYMI, it all started when Tate, seemingly unprovoked, tweeted eco-activist Greta a list of his cars and their respective ‘enormous’ emissions. Quite apart from the fact that the stupidity of boasting about this is laughable in itself, there’s little quite so enduring as the cliché of men buying flashy sports cars to boost their egos.
Now, far be it from us to body shame , it’s important to note that Small Dick Energy – along with it’s more aspirational brother, Big Dick Energy – is less about the size of someone’s penis and more about the quiet confidence, or lack thereof, that a person exudes. In Tate and his 33 cars’ case, it’s less serene self-assurance and more glaringly transparent insecurity.
Tate’s attempt at having the last word has fallen spectacularly flat. Whatever Tate thought he was doing with his 'comeback', he’s only cemented those small-dick-energy vibes and given us, the captivated public, even more to laugh at this betwixtmas.