By now you’re no doubt familiar with the Mike Pence outrage, but if you’re not, the general outline is that Pence sets rules for his personal behavior that include two things: he won’t dine alone with other women and he won’t go without his wife to parties where alcohol is being served.

This has sent progressives into yet another rage/ridicule cyclone. For having these standards of behavior Pence has been compared to either Islamic militants or Puritans, depending on which progressive moral exemplar you read. He’s also a misogynist. And he apparently doesn’t have women working for him in positions of authority. It might even be illegal. Just skim Twitter, Facebook, or the comments section of any fringe progressive paper like The Washington Post or The New York Times and you’ll have read it all.

Other, more hot-take-proficient social media wags have already pointed out that neither Bill Clinton nor Anthony Weiner have such standards of personal behavior, and hence fell into marital difficulties. Not to mention John Edwards and JFK. Obviously Pence is a man who loves his wife, who’s aware of Washington power games, and works hard at his marriage. So far he’s been pretty successful; he’s the Vice President of the United States and his detractors aren’t.

That this has become an issue that takes up space in anyone’s intellectual attic is as disturbing a symbol of the American left’s disgusting preoccupation with other people’s private matters as you’ll find today. If you fuck your wife in the shower, it’s bad. If you make her come while doing it, it’s bad.  For all the bromides about staying out of bedrooms, progressives are as invested in who does what to whom as the most salacious neighborhood gossip.

Yes, it’s ludicrous that the most morally, ethically, and intellectually bankrupt subculture in American life today, the progressive left, has the gall to sit in judgment of someone else’s personal choices. The lack of self-reflection, the inability to step outside of one’s infantile, outrage-fueled id is a defining characteristic of these self-appointed scolds, and they need to be held up to life-altering ridicule until they think twice before poking their scrofulous heads from their safe spaces.

If you’ve ever wanted to do something of value like write a book, build a birdhouse, train a pet, get a degree, or stay married, you know, as a functioning adult, that you have to work at it. Every day. Nothing of value just happens on its own. Including—no, especially—a marriage. The moment you take it for granted, it begins to fail. You stay appreciative of the big things and little, you spend time together when you can, you—well, this isn’t a marriage column, but you get my drift. It takes work and the upholding of strict personal standards, both of which progressives know very little about.

Mike Pence, by all accounts, has a strong marriage. I can only imagine the laughs he’s having with Mrs Pence over this. Time for us to laugh about it, too. It’s irritating that a small minority of shrieking, impotent bitches have made this a thing, but consider the source. Next week they’ll be onto the next tantrum. Don’t let them ruin your day.