Perhaps the most dangerous appeal of the controlling, possessive, jealous Alpha hero is the idea that I could be the woman to tame him.
We went home and snuggled in bed, catching up. It felt great. It was then that she told me she’d had sex with another guy. Two nights ago. In the very bed we were in now.
While we discuss and debate our diverse cultural and personal constructions of masculinity, it’s worth bearing in mind that the evolutionary evidence also suggests a certain fluidity. What it means to be a man has changed, across history and prehistory, in both cultural and biological terms.
As much as we shape cartoons in our image, they shape our concepts of ourselves. This is why animated television is such prime territory for understanding our relationship to the concept of fatherhood.
He didn’t have to do anything that day in Chile, but my uncle took time out of his life to take care of me. A child is raised by the community, and a boy learns to be a man from the men around him.
The idea that I am approachable, friendly, trustworthy—all seems suddenly in direct competition with my physicality.
Intellectually, I understand that it’s healthy to express emotion. I’ve read Brené Brown. I’ve watched Inside Out. I get it. But it’s hard to express emotion when I’m barely conscious of feeling it.
Although perhaps not always overt, the idea that men are responsible for carrying on surnames still seems to be pervasive.