I make no pretense to understanding the females of our species. In my 62 years, and counting (God willing and the creek don’t rise), I have found what I believe to be a realm of happy truce with these lovely creatures, but when it comes to commenting on femininity, the best I can muster is a list of likes and dislikes.
When it comes to males and masculinity, I like to think I’m an expert, since I is one. So with apologies to the fairer sex among our amazing readership, I’d like to launch into a tirade against the decline and fall of the Western male.
What in the hell happened to the Western male?!
How did our culture go from “Father Knows Best” and “Leave It To Beaver” men, to the dolts of “The Simpsons” and “Family Guy”? How did the ideal male become a weepy, indecisive sack of jelly, from the stoic, stalwart characters of the classic Westerns?
Don’t get me wrong — there’s still plenty of room for variety. I personally identity more with Joe Gideon in “All That Jazz,” than with Will Kane in “High Noon,” but there are elements of both duking it out inside me. Though I have spent my entire life in the fine arts, I have never felt like I had to be effeminate to tap into my feminine creativity. I’ve always felt like I could switch instantly from rehearsing a dance number, to a gunslinger without seeing any incongruity between the two.
Of course, my father was a bit worried. I grew up herding cattle, plowing fields, riding horses, and shooting guns (a lot). So when I gravitated toward acting, designing, painting, and writing, he feared the worst. Perhaps his vision of grandchildren was under threat, or he feared his oldest son was becoming a fashion maven. Whatever he felt, we never discussed it, because we were men, dammit.
I’ve lived in six countries and travelled through another three doze or so. I’ve observed and befriended men from a wide variety of backgrounds and working in many different fields. For the most part, men are deeply analytical, intensely loyal, and emotionally disciplined. These qualities have nothing to do with race, nationality, religion, or socio-economic status. They are intrinsic qualities that society as a whole depends on.
These qualities are survival skills. Analytical thinking lends itself to organization, strategy and threat assessment. Loyalty leads to trust in the face of danger, and coordinated group efforts to address and neutralize threats. Control of emotions is the foundation of masculinity. It is not that men don’t feel emotions, but that we can’t afford to let them cloud judgement in the face of threats.
Like the Vulcans in “Star Trek,” men have emotions, but we keep them channelled in productive directions.
When I look at the current crops of Western males, I see the complete absence of these critical masculine qualities. Not only have they adopted a stylized form of feminine behavior, they are emotional wrecks, overcome with fear and incapable of the self-sacrifice that is the keystone of civilization. Males are supposed to make the difficult decisions without regard to the emotional or physical costs to themselves, in order to protect society.
Now I should clarify that I view “society” as built on relationships, and thus an expression of the feminine. “Civilization” is an expression of organization and future benefits, and as such, is created by the masculine. Civilizations need societies, as much as societies need civilizations. It is a symbiotic relationship that is the broader expression of the male/female dynamic.
The breakdown of the Western male is reflected in the crumbling of Western civilization. At the same time, the rise of squabbling, cliquish interest groups (neo-tribalism) is the feminine aspect trying to fill the vacuum left by evaporating masculinity.
When we see an intersectional feminist berating Western men, while vehemently defending Islam, what we are really seeing is a woman crying out for a real male in her life to balance her innate qualities. I’m sure I’ll catch flak for saying that, but I am of the opinion that the Bumbledicks demonstrating loudly and even violently on behalf of Palestinian terrorist are actually telling us they wish Western men were so brazen and forceful in defending our civilization.
By the same token, when I see the soft, sqealing soyboys, I see men who have surrendered their ever-vigilant and self-sacrificing role to the need for hearth and home that the women are no longer providing. It’s a vicious, parasiting circle of collapse.
There is a role for both masculine and feminine, both at the macro level and the internal one. Each balances the more negative aspects of the other. The yin is co-eaual with the yang.
With Islam, the extreme subjugation of women has led to a culture of violence and domination, which are the worst aspects of masculinity. On the other hand, the West has gone the other direction, subjugating the male, which has led to fear, indecisiveness and inaction in the face of existential threats.
There is nothing wrong or indignant with men expressing their feminine aspects. I love to cook, I help with household chores, and I’m a fair interior decorator, if I may say so myself. However, I have a fine collection of weapons and I know how to use them effectively. I maintain of state of situational awareness, always noting potential threats and escape routes in my immediate environment. When a threat appears, I go to the front to protect my wife and children. These are innate activities that I have trained and refined, and the women and children in my life expect and benefit from them.
Western males, for the sake of civilization and their own sanity, have got to reclaim their rightful role, while at the same time being wary of the pendulum swinging too far in the other direction. The rise of intersectional feminism is a direct result of women trying to fill the cultural vacuum in the wake of masculine collapse.
Whenever one sex tries to adopt the role of the other, they always default to the most cartoonish and arguably worst aspects. This is understandable, since neither can actually feel and think like the other. They turn instead to stereotypical behavior to emulate, rather than actuate. This is the classic dilemma of the actor, and what method acting tried (and failed miserably) to address. A man can never be a woman, and vice versa
We must all fight the insidious programming being hurled at us from the Bumbledick GeezerMedia — known to fans of the Critical Drinker as “The Message”. Those creatures are trying to destroy our civilization, and since civilization is a masculine expression, they are attacking our males with merciless precision.
It is high time for Western males to fight. We face an existential threat and we have been programmed to cower in fear, rather than follow our nature to defend our societies from attack, no matter what the personal cost. Stop being ashamed of your instincts and natural responses. React in a measured and analytical way, but react. Don’t let emotions cloud your judgement. Control the fear of ridicule and the desire for comfort. The time for those things has passed.
I like being creative, in fact I’ve made a fair career out of it. There’s nothing wrong with show tunes (I’m partial to “My Fair Lady”) and interior decorating (especially for the man-cave). We males cannot, however, abrogate our critical role in building and defending civilization. Our children need us, our women want us, and our way of life rests squarely on our shoulders.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
— Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
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what a magnificently written article. Well done buddy
Bit of a big call that one. I am 69 and was raised surrounded by liberated girls/women in 1970, who read and lived Germain Greers; “The Female Eunuch”. Those young women abused me constantly for not wanting to have sex with them because “They were not beautiful” enough.
I got to school every day, stinking from the sex I was having with the doctors daughter. I didn’t wash that sex smell off….. if you understand my 12 year old emotional drive back then. I too was in the arts/ on stage/ writing the school magazine with the other arts people, whist being the captain of Footy teams..
But the AUSTRALIAN feminism hated me because I was Male! if you where creative at all, you were a “Fucking Poofta!”. I was constantly harassed by Gay men/boys, who left tearful because I wouldn’t have sex with them.
I’ve had 3 wives and children, and am today a Sole Parent raising a daughter for 13 years, with no women in my life at all..
Last week, my 15 y/old daughters cooking class set up a commercial restaurant project with a menu. My waitress/Waiter was a boy with a moustache who’s name tag said “Emma”. I thought to myself “You have a moustache and you’re Emma?“
The whole of the Australian Psyche has become piss weak; and even commenting on this “politically correct” miss gendering psycho babble is an arrestable offence in AUS now.
My daughters boy friend is the rugby hero, and they don’t have sex! Some thing has changed.
I have been sued by the govt for 3 houses, all built by myself, by hand, and the divorce courts have left me penniless, where all those women now own my houses. It’s OK. I’ve earned another huge house for myself over the last 15 years… but no Gendered parasites admitted to this house.
I get what you are suggesting here, but I think you have a blind spot regarding the failure of feminism and what has happened to all those girls who wanna be boys.
Women abuse me for being Male.