Archive | December 2018

Do The Women of #Me Too Want Positive Change?

Is it a matter of truth?

Does truth matter?

What the fuck is truth!

And how does truth relate to the relationship between men and women?

I’m going to make some assumptions in getting into this so please feel free to call out my assumptions as lacking or incorrect and, if you’d be so kind, fill in what is lacking or correct what needs correcting. Ok? Ok!

1-Assume I want to help create positive change
2-Assume that shaming, in general, isn’t a good way to make positive change. 
3-Assume you can have what you really want

My goal is to continue, deepen and engage more in trying to understand what positive change might actually look like to see if it’s something “you” want “me” to be involved with. Because at this point it’s not clear to me that women want men to be involved in any type of positive change or that women even want positive change to begin with.

What do you think?

Toxic Masculinity: A Beginners Guide

I’m reading my 472nd article on “Toxic Masculinity” and my heart breaks because I imagine my eight year old son being taught that part of himself is poison.

If I had to guess I would say all of the adults in the room have an understanding of being told that part of them is poison. I know what it’s done to me, and worse, I’m not sure what it’s done.

But enough about me.

To all the boys out there…you are not toxic!

Don’t be scared, even if it’s your mother that’s telling you so, because I am telling you, without doubt, that even if everyone thinks your toxic, even if those that say they care most about you think your toxic, if society thinks your toxic…it doesn’t matter.

You Are Not Toxic.

However, you may be behaving like an asshole! That’s a very good possibility and if that’s the case and you want to become a man, it would be good to begin to examine why you’re behaving like such an asshole and try to change that behavior. This applies to the girls out there too, the “Toxic Masculinity” myth isn’t just poison to boys, it’s poison to girls, too.

I see two ways to go when engaging in the spread of ideas: defend or rise up and inspire and I’d like to encourage everyone to rise up and inspire. I understand the tendency to want to apply logic to the arguments is strong, I want to line up the numbered arguments and take apart each one, but what good would that do when the arguments aren’t coming from logic? It would do about as much good as telling boys that part of them is poison in order to create a more loving, peaceful, just world. So I’m going to pass on that.

But passing on it isn’t easy. I look back to my notes in preparing to write this and I see so much anger and hatred on the page, I’m very sensitive when it comes to Justice and the humanity of boys in particular and when I see so many resources going towards the creation of a dialogue that if believed is actually toxic well, I want to protect, I want to fight, I want to hurt, I want to poison.

So I get it, at least some of it.

But I’m not going to do that. Instead I’m going to feel the incalculable pain and the impotence of confusion around that pain; the pain of being a child who doesn’t understand the world of humans, in a world of humans who don’t understand themselves. The pain that we all share but seldom share.

And when I connect to that pain I can see there is another way!

There is enough poison in the world, we don’t need to manufacture more in order to improve our relationships and continue our human transformation. What we need to do is walk in peace, the same peace we seek by using the poison. And if it’s not peace you seek, but Justice, well then, you must walk in justice. And there is no Justice in making our children believe that any part of them is toxic.

It is possible to address the problems of the world without creating that dialogue, it’s not just possible…it’s necessary. Think about speaking directly to your little boy or little girl and telling them that something inside of them or their sibling is poison, how would they feel, what would they feel to hear this coming from the person they trust most in the world, think about the fear and aloneness and self hate it would foster and then think about the problem you’re trying to solve and ask yourself, is this the way? If we actually care about solving the problems we see in men (women, society, ourselves) we’re going to need a different approach than “Toxic Masculinity”.

So it’s time to get to the real meat of it. If we’re not going to use “Toxic Masculinity”, then what is it? We need to figure it out and we need men and women to figure it out, separately and together.

It’s either that, or throw humanity to the lions, which, by the way, is a very male way of dealing with problems 🙂

I hope you enjoyed this, how about until next time, we all contemplate the actual issues, deeply rooted in our own insecurities with a motivation driven by our desire to nurture the best in our boys and girls, not pass on our poison, and let’s meet back here and discuss and see what we can come up with. Thanks for reading.


I’m not sure if this is going to go the way I want but I’ve been looking for some words to describe my perspective on the state of male/female relations today. I don’t know if I’ve found the words but I definitely found the image, the scene, if you will, that sums it up for me.

Here’s what I saw:

There was a boy, about 8-10 years old, in pajamas, in one of our local pizza joints. Close behind was his mother. There were headed to the video game arcade at the back of the restaurant. My immediate thought was “would I let my kid come out to a public pizza place, or any public place for that matter, in his pajamas?”. That thought was immediately followed by the question that seems to come up more and more for me today…”what’s his mom like”. Is she a “Me Too” woman? What type of “Me Too” woman? Is she a feminist? What type of feminist?

I thought, is she the type of woman who would look or speak disapprovingly at me if she knew I really liked the ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ song? Is she the type of woman who would roll her eyes at me if I had any other opinion about Judge Kavanaugh other than “immediately guilty”. I thought she was, that was my judgement, no other data.

And that’s when it began to hit me.

The electronic machine guns mounted in the enormous gondola of the video game were going off, drowning out everything else in the area with digital bursts of simulated, rapid fire guns. I looked over, the kid in the pajamas was seated, both hands on the grips of his toy machine gun, another kid had joined him seated in the enclosed structure. Both guns were blazing and both boys were focused on digitally destroying whatever was in front of them on the screen. They were gleeful, as boys will be in that situation.

The mom had turned away and was already onto whatever was next for her, finding seats for her family, getting a waitress, whatever it was and as she turned and walked by me I looked up and there it was, beautiful and crystal clear written across her sweatshirt.


In big, black, block letters. Nothing else.


And the feminist turned away from her boys. Left them to their machine guns and simulated, glorified destruction.

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