ON MANHOOD
During a brief lull in my
pollutant-driven endocrine-estrogenic fog, it occurred to me that the concept of masculinity has become somewhat adulterated in modern times, a process that
started in the 60s and perhaps
reached warp drive in the late 70s, then prompted a reaction so severe that the resulting
juvenilia virtually finished the job.
The emergence of champions of self-promotion in
chess,
boxing, and
tennis only made matters worse.
So I've decided to clear things up. There are four kinds of male humans: chimps, sheep, nerds, and men.
The chimps, sociopaths who respect only wealth and physical force, will always be with us. The
sheep are not hard to spot either, and mostly work for chimps.
Nerds have in modern times upgraded their position, and now have
the wherewithal to retaliate. For all the bitching and moaning, I'd guess they're now fighting the chimps to a draw.
Which leaves the real men. A short list. Here are identifying features:
- Friendly enough, but not chatty. This is a recognition of the
poverty of discursive intellectual structures in a world ruled by force and compulsion.
- Doesn't care what you think. This is a recognition that despite the extraordinary energy humans have invested in prescriptive behavioral systems, most people do whatever they want then rationalize it afterward. Real men are disinclined to listen.
- He is reluctant to prove it, but a real man is a
better fighter than a chimp. Or two chimps. Maybe even
three (multimedia, but worth it).
- Real men are all about honor. It is not about "dissing." It is not about fighting someone over a splash of Coke on your tux. It is about going after a seriously bad guy and
taking him down.
- Real men never joke, though they sometimes smirk or laugh ruefully at the folly of their fellow man.
Here is a brief list of real men (all fictional, of course):
- Alan Ladd in
Shane. Bonus points for an irony- and cynicism-free performance.
- Bogart in
The Maltese Falcon. An anti-hero, but lives by the code.
- Mickey Rourke (yup) in
Rumble Fish. Demerits for the smirk.
- Bronson and Robards in
Once Upon a Time in the West.
- John Wayne in pretty much everything. Stalin, the Uber-Chimp, pathetically admired Wayne, but also
wanted him dead.
Here are some
examples of
modern pop
idols who
do not meet the criteria.
On a happier note, it is nice to be able to say that the old-school ethic has crept back in athletics. Lance Armstrong
dominates his sport without being a jerk.
My favorite example, though, was a Seattle-Chicago basketball game in the late 90s. Gary Payton trash-talked Michael Jordan before the game. Jordan then dropped about 50 points on him. Afterward the interviews went something like this:
Q: Michael, did Payton's comments before the game motivate you to step it up?
A: No, I just try to contribute any way I can for the good of the team.
Q: But surely it gave you some satisfaction to put him in his place?
A: Gary Payton's a fine ballplayer. I just tried to go out there and execute, and thankfully my teammates and I were all on the same page.
Q: Was there some payback there Michael?
A: No, I'm just trying to help our team achieve its goal of winning a championship, one game at a time.
That's a man.
[Quibbles - I must point out, real men don't turn in their friends to the House Un-American Activites Committee,
Chimpolitik if ever there was any, which disqualifies John Wayne. Real Men joke frequently, thought short of jackassitude (ref Bogart in The Maltese Falcon, or say Shackleton in reality. -FSL]
