The Glory Hole of the Coming of the Lord

I have been reading Susan Faludi's The Terror Dream, in which she asks, among other things, how and why it came to pass that women were ejected from the national discourses after 9/11/01 and how and why it came to pass that we fell in love with a cast of comic book strophes, imagined action figures, and an all-male bunch of created heroes. I think this is the wrong question. If Faludi had simply admitted to herself that what we actually fell in love with was an early-aughts version of the Village People, complete with uniforms, then she would understand that America's whininess, its obsession with image, and its casual misogyny all spring from the same source. America is, like, totally gay.