The educational establishment, populated as it often is by ideologues and well-meaning ninnies who don’t know what else to do with their own lives, operates from a fantasy of what it means to be a man – a fantasy constructed of romance novels, feminist agitprop, television commercials in which the man is invariably a doofus, and pompous professors in neatly-trimmed beards who drive tiny cars and in their soft cafes, rage, rage against their WWII daddies. (There, I said it.)
When do boys get to witness real men in action? In shoot-‘em-up blockbuster movies or head-spearing steroid-fests on ESPN or rapping onstage? Do you honestly think that the media has a vested interest in valorizing masculinity? Even “Duck Dynasty” is forever winking at you from behind the (heavily-bearded) mask that guys really are just a bunch of uncivilized goobers without our women.
“Where are the boys?” They seem lost. Maybe the better question is, where are the men? The men have to go find these kids, bellow a few words at them, drag them up out of the basement, and otherwise exhibit those virtues like dignity, courage, and industriousness that also seem lost. And then, when the ascendant woman and the sensitive males among us presume to rebuke you for being so masculine, do this: snort. Literally, snort through your nose and go about your business, which right now includes salvaging some pride.