Maybe we don’t need a definition. When one of us gets out of our car in the rain to help change a tire, do we need to stop and invent a sociological definition of that before we can step into action? The problem with most definitions of manhood is they’re someone ELSE’s definitions, they’re not how we self-identify as men or think of masculinity. They’re limiting, not fluid—and that inspires narrow attitudes that we’re more than capable of exceeding and making irrelevant.
My father was a painter and died when I was 13. My mother was a maid in the old Rice hotel. They taught me everything I know about community, hard work, and dreaming big.
It's been my honor to serve you as Mayor of Houston.
— Sylvester Turner (@SylvesterTurner) December 4, 2019
Men are capable of the full range of human possibilities. The restriction of those possibilities in the form of shrill woman-hater groups, violent tough-guy cults, crazy political theater and specious religious distractions, has created a vacuum devoid of actual masculinity. In short, THAT stuff isn’t manhood. We’re smarter, tougher, and better than that in our highest and best possible selves.
All are born with honor; it is the only thing we can lose and not gain back. It is like time. My father taught me honor and I thank God for that.
— Britt, D.C.S (@ReformedBritt) December 2, 2019
The problem with pushing toward a definition is, once you have it, someone invariably forms a ‘cult’ around it, and proceeds to undermine everything it ever meant. We’re going to resist that. Real men aren’t followers. Manhood isn’t a definition but a direction. It’s aspirational, not a box. It’s a thing to enjoy, laugh about, and admire, not to camp out on, obsess over, and prove.
My Father taught me
I still Follow my Father. pic.twitter.com/gtlXWSwH33
— American RESISTANCE – Where are the babies? (@KeepLadyWarm) October 24, 2017
If we’re not being dicks, that makes room for a LOT of people. And if our bet is right, there’s room for MOST people. Men have been around a long time. For as long as people exist, we’re also not going anywhere. Although whenever I used to ask my father where HE was going, he’d say, “Going to Hell if I don’t change my ways, son.”