There’s something so delicious about the fact that the party of supposedly tough, heterosexual-and-don’t-you-dare-say-otherwise manly-men is represented by a guy who’s covered in spray tan and spends literally hours arranging what little hair he has left, and another guy whose smoky eye game is on point.

And yes, cishet men can wear makeup too, but come on—makeup on anybody who owns a penis is decidedly off-brand for today’s Republican Party.