Toxic Masculinity is derivative of Fragile Masculinity.
I used to monitor an internet Conservative safe space; a place where “men” could go to whine, and cry, and bitch with impunity. These men fancy themselves strong, and wise. The moderators and administrators ban anyone who is liberal, and who dares to stand on his hind legs; giving as good as he gets.
Back when there was a national discussion about “toxic masculinity”, I found their bitching to be unseemly, un-manly. Initially, it made me feel embarrassed for them. But I got over that. Anyway, I penned the following back then:
Strong cannot complain about weak, and wise cannot complain about stupid. It’s impossible.
An indicator of Toxic Masculinity is a self-identified strong man complaining about what he perceives to be weakness.
An indicator of Toxic Masculinity is a self-identified wise man complaining about what he perceives to be stupidity.
An indicator of Toxic Masculinity is a self-described “man” complaining.
A real man won’t complain, not even in the privacy of a safe space, among his peers; peers he likes, but who might also be complaining.
One might ask: Does my assessment run afoul of the notion that a man should not suppress his feelings, or turn his feelings inward, where they might manifest themselves in stress, health problems, addiction; or release as anger or cruelty toward others?
No. Because a real man doesn’t *try* to not complain. He doesn’t have to try. A real man doesn’t complain because he is truly strong, he is truly wise, he has broad shoulders, he has deep empathy for others, *especially* the weak and stupid, and, most important of all, he is humble. He is all this, because life has taught him how weak and stupid, he truly is; and he learned that lesson.
So, the next time you and the boys are sitting around bitching and laughing about women, or the skinny-jeaned, bearded, latte-drinking, limp-wristed liberal stranger with the Che tee shirt; that is when you look for the man who’s not joining in your cliquish bullying. Look for the man who is not judging you and the boys for being the way you are; not judging you for exhibiting your weakness and stupidity; not judging you for your humanity. Look for the man who might not even be there with you.
But look for him. Find his burden, shoulder some of it, STFU, embrace the suck, and lean in to it; not because you are trying to be a real man, but because you truly love to help. You especially love to help those who are not as strong or as smart as you and the “real men” who complain about them.
As a strong, wise man, you have nothing to fear from the truly weak and stupid. If they are your burden, then you don’t complain about them; you carry them, like a man. To do otherwise is to be a bully. That is Toxic Masculinity.
This may be an ideal that few can achieve, but it’s not really an achievement. It’s a way of heart. It’s doing your best, and better. It’s knowing what to look for in examples you want to follow. And examples to set for sons and daughters. It’s knowing no one is perfect, especially yourself.
It’s not merely physical bullying. There are countless professors across this nation who have an understanding of the Socratic Method, and yet they fail to live up to it. The two most important and overlooked aspects of the Method are these: 1. You must understand how little you know; and, 2. Your curiosity must be genuine; because logic weaponized ceases to be logic. Without these two crucial ingredients, the world is left with many self-identified “wise men” hating on self-identified “strong men” as weak and stupid. This is in addition to many self-identified “strong men” hating on “self-identified “wise men” as weak and stupid. Both sides are correct in their assessments of the other, but they are wrong for the hating.
This brings me to the truths which I often find counter-intuitive. I rarely look for “strong and wise” in locations where people tell me they can be found (especially people who self-identify as strong and/or wise). I look instead for those people who carry the load in silence, and love it. And often times I find those people don’t have dicks.
Those on top of the pyramid who continue to look up, or out, are worthy of my shoulders to stand upon, and I will allow them to stand there, and I will try to boost them even further. They have a grace and gratitude worthy of my support.
Those who look down, however, can support me with their rotting carcass, for all I care. I have no problem stepping on and over them. I just struggle to refrain from complaining about them because, really, there is no difference between bitching and being a bitch.
This is where I struggle with learning how to love my enemy. That's another step on the journey.