Deb’s House Concerts …………

Deb’s House Concerts

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There is a post on Shakesville that beautifully explains how mysogyny harms men as well as women.

Two excerpts are below:

If you are living in a misogynist, sexist society where privilege is awarded automatically by virtue of manliness/maleness or perceived manliness/maleness, and therefore, being womanly/female is an undesirable (if not despicable) position, then you are going to work hard to avoid the culturally-acceptable traits of womanliness.

This, I believe, is one of the tragedies of sexism for men in our culture — the abrogation of their right to “have a heart” — a full-range emotional body.

Men feel — because they’re human. They experience moments of tenderness, and vulnerability, and emotion (yes, emotions other than rage) — as well as moments of compassion, and receptivity, and passivity.

The problem is: They can’t express that without looking like a woman. Which, in a sexist, misogynist society, would be a bad thing. A thing that loses you jobs, and gets you called “pussy”, and “mangina”, and subjects you to suggestions that you “sit to pee” — which would all be BAD, because being anything like a woman/female human is BAD.

Bad and wrong.

and,

Eve-In-The-Garden-Bad-Apple Wrong.

Condemning-The-Entire-Human-Race-To-An-Awful-Existence Wrong.

This is one of the tolls of sexism and misogyny for men — they are robbed of their hearts.

Which to me, is tragic.

My father is 81 now, and 17 years ago, just after his retirement, I went with him and my mom to see the movie “The Doctor”. The theater was crowded, so I sat in a seat in the row directly in front of my mom and dad, and during the film, I heard this distinct sniffling behind me, and assumed it was my mom. As we left the theater, I noticed my dad’s eyes were all swollen and puffy.

I said: “Were you the one who was crying?”

He replied: “Yeah. I don’t know what it is. Ever since I retired, I just cry at almost anything . . . . . . . . It’s kind of a relief.”

I was curious about this. I understood that there was probably a very basic shift from needing to wear the “mask” (required of both men and women) in the work environment (being “businesslike” or “professional”=not showing emotion) — but I suspected that there was something more.

Since one of the prime stereotypes of what it is to “be a man” in this society is that you are valued for the profession that you have, and the work you produce, it seems to me that my father’s retirement from his profession was also, in some way, a resignation from some need to adhere to an entire range of stringent cultural expectations of maleness.

His softening has continued through the last 17 years, and he and I had a particularly sweet moment where we were both blubbing away together at a Little House on the Prairie re-run during a visit. Friends have reported similar “softening” in their elderly fathers.

Think about this the next time you hear someone say the words: “Be a man!”

Actually look at the situation in which this comes up, and think about what is being demanded. In my experience, it usually means: Shut up about your feelings. Grit your teeth and bear your pain and don’t let anyone know you’re feeling it. Don’t show it on your face, don’t talk about it, square your shoulders and your jaw and carry on like everything’s OK — hide it however you can.

That, to me, is unbearably sad.