

Well, calling it misogyny isn’t a directly accurate issue, though if you step back a ways, the connection is there. Part of why Hillary caught so much shit was the fact of her being a her in the first place.
However, the joke has existed for decades, long before she was a relevant name in the public consciousness. I’ve heard or seen it applied to politicians since the eighties at least, sometimes with long ex presidents. Hillary wasn’t the first woman to catch that kind of generic joke, Geraldine Ferarra (spelling?) was the target of pretty much every cookie cutter joke like that, and she was nowhere near the hot target Clinton still is now (even after the collapse of her public influence). So there’s room for debate on the joke itself being misogynistic.
But the mods in question definitely nailed that it’s a stupid, unfunny, cookie cutter joke. It’s the kind of unfunny crap people complain about being subjected to at holiday gatherings by an asshole relative that can’t drop their identity politics long enough to be decent company at fucking Christmas.
Also, backhanding the back of someone’s head is an awkward movement when both people are seated close enough together to talk, and it makes this specific use of the joke format fail hard because it engages the logic filters, so if you’re going to use it in the future, consult a professional joke crafter.
It’s not so much the foods, though both were amazing cooks in their own ways, with some amazing standards meals they’d turn out. It’s them making it that really hits as a loss.
Both of them contributed to me learning how to cook, and in some ways I ended up improving on what I learned from them by virtue of having both.
But, if I had to nail down one specific meal/dish from each that I miss the hell out of, I think my paternal grandmother’s breakfasts are the most missed of hers. The woman could put on a spread! Eggs, grits, sausage, liver mush, biscuits, red-eye gravy, with her home made jams and jellies. Gods, you want to talk about feeding an army, when all of us grandkids would stay over at once, there would be her, my grandfather, one uncle, and eleven kids ranging from toddlers to teenagers at one point.
And she never missed a step, while doing it all with us young’ns under foot. She was damm fine baker, and a master of country cooking/soul food, but her breakfasts were next level.
My maternal grandmother could do that kind of cooking too, though not as well. Where she was a standout was with more of the suburban American cuisine. The roasts and casseroles and traditional holiday meals. I think those holiday meals are what I miss most, though her meatloaf and spaghetti were both amazeballs. My grandfather was a hunter, so some kind of bird would be featured often, be it goose, duck, or turkey. Sometimes as the only meat source, sometimes alongside a store bought turkey if a lot of the more distant family was showing up.
Even after she decided she was done babysitting a bird and my uncle took over that part with a deep fryer, her sides still wreck those I’ve had with other people. Sweet potatoes, three-bean salad, seven layer salad, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, deviled eggs, asparagus, peas, all kinds of options, sometimes with all of those, plus others, plus desserts. Most of the veggies were from their garden, though they would be home canned fur Christmas, and some would be for Thanksgiving.
It wasn’t that any given item was so good (though they were), it’s that all of everything either made was so consistently amazing. Never a flop, never a dud.