We’ve seen a whole lot of the “mama’s boy” phenomenon among the “Amish.” I’d bet the fellow didn’t even have a papa in his life.
If a gal changes her mind on one of these extreme mama’s boys, that might indeed throw him out of his gourd.
Where are the men? They’ve become so lost in leftiness, that they don’t even know who they are.
And I’ve faced off just recently on FR with what appeared to be such an overbearing female parental femme. It was so distinct I wondered if I was arguing, not with a real person even, but with a caricature (on the internet, nobody knows you are a dog). “Ma’am, I do not have to tell you to go to hell. You’re eagerly running there, now.” Satan is behind this. If I could wring the devil’s neck I would, I have seen what damage such femmes can do, but the thing I can do is to glorify God in the devil’s face. That will render him verklempt, at least for a while.
You’re very perceptive. It’s true, that much can be either concealed or revealed by using the appropriate style of writing. When you encounter a flurry of stereotypic behavior followed by telegraphed reaction to whatever you say, one have to wonder at the source. Is the writer actually who they seem to be, or is this an act, someone trying to convince both me and themselves that yes, this is who they are?
Brings to mind an ancient pop song by Joe South called “The Games People Play” 1969.