Admittedly, I have only seen one ‘grown man’ cry in recent years. Said ‘grown man’ was a friend of mine, and was bawling his eyes out, in a restaurant, over some whore-of-a-girlfriend that dumped him. Not a behavior that fosters much respect, let me tell you.
Au contraire. I hold to the traditional view of what a man should be. Your view of a man is some sort of NOW-esque caricature. ‘Being in touch with your emotions’ is one thing, wearing them on your sleeve is another.
We already knew you were an asshole, Brutus, and now we know why: you think it’s required behaviour.
So it’s safe to say he’s no longer your friend, right? You can’t be friends with someone you don’t respect…
My friend, you have it wrong. It is not manliness that keeps you from showing your emotion. It’s fear. Fear that others will think less of you, perhaps even mock you. Or see you as weak and turn away from you. I propose that it’s not that choose not to cry, it’s that cannot cry. You are too disconnected from your emotions to show them in the moment.
I can’t either, at the moment. But I’m trying to get over that.
My opinion, anyhoo.
Au contraire? Now-esque caricature?
You’d better check that real man manual of yours - a traditional man would never say something so effete. Hell, people might lose respect for your masculinity if you’re not careful.
Actually, I’m starting to suspect a wee bit of over-compensation here. Why so concerned about what others may think. Why afraid to ask if you can help. Just a bit…insecure, isn’t it?
Insecure? Not at all. A 9 year old may think French words and suffixes are effette. A very stupid 9 year old.
But judging from your babbling, I have little doubt that you have no idea what it means to be a man. Carry on with your little jibes, they bother me not at all. If you enjoy ranting about some sort of Viking image of a manly man, go for it. If doing so keeps you from collapsing on the floor, a crying wreck, so much the better. I hate to see a grown man, even a mentally impaired one, cry.
Ooh, you do upset easily for such a manly type. Shouldn’t you be bearing this all with stiff upper lip, rather than hurling rattle from pram?
Seriously though, the more of your posts I read, the more overcompensation seems likely. Be honest - do the other system admins taunt you, and call you names? Share your pain, and perhaps we can help.
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Methinks Brutus might be so upset because he’s been playing the numbers game not too successfully I should imagine.
I see. The new ideal of manliness is to be a histrionic, tearful, douchebag. It’s actually a good thing to weep and snot into your hamburger at the mall food court and everybody else (especially the other “men”) should gather round you and engage in some sort of estrogen-seeping group hug. Ick.
If you are that emotionally fucked-up and fragile, the proper thing to do is stay home and be a recluse until you can control yourself properly in public. A true friend, there to eat with you, wouldn’t run away, either. He’d slap you across the head and bark at you to “straighten up and fly right!”
Western civilization went wrong in constructing a world where it became possible for emotional instability to be considered a sign of advanced development.
My stars, this is all so confusing. And here I thought that a man was an adult human being who presented as male. All these things one must do to be a man! One wrong step, and I’ll be issued a vagina! terror
Oh well, I’m used to being a fag. Being transgendered to boot won’t hurt, I guess.
Hope the hormones won’t make me cry in public.
<shrug>, but apparently it is acceptable to write bad poetry and listen raptly as it’s read in public:
Bush is a douchebag, too. The last really manly president we had was Theodore Roosevelt. A great man he was, too. You didn’t see him crying into his hamburgers, no sir. He was too busy getting on with things, like building the Panama Canal and big game hunting and boxing and trust-busting and other vigorous, masculine-type activities. He even got shot and didn’t cry. If I were to ever start bawling and crying in public, I’d want somebody like Teddy there to smack some steel back into my backbone. Bush? Ick. He doesn’t even amount to a pimple on a real man’s ass.
Is it okay for a man to throw up in public?
Well, I don’t have a problem with people (male, female or whatever) crying in public if that’s what it takes for them to get through a rough patch in their life. It’s not how I would do it but that’s just because I’m naturally a stoic, reserved kind of guy. I don’t think I’m unheathily repressing things just because I rarely cry and I certainly don’t think that some guy crying in public is somehow less of a man. Different folks, different strokes and all that.
Now if someone’s sitting around whining and blubbering (there’s a different between grief and self-pity), they need to snap out of it. Wallowing in how your life sucks isn’t healthy–get out and change it–and I’m afraid I don’t have much sympathy for people who do that.
Lastly, I have to say that the OP sucks as a friend. I have few friends and I take my responsibility to them seriously. If a friend is going through a tough time, you stick by him/her. That means you stay by them even if they’re sobbing in the middle of a food court and embarrassing the hell out of you. You help them in every way you can until they get their feet under them again because that’s what friends are for. You live up to your responsibilities, in other words. That, in my opinion, is the measure of a man–not if he bawls in public or not.
Scumpup, your user name is certainly appropriate. You exhibit all the maturity of a pup, and your attitude puts you right there with scum of all sorts. I’d like to know, when did you ever pimp-slap, or otherwise, slap anyone, and for what reason? My hunch is that you are all talk, with no walk to go with that talk. If you consider yourself to be a “real” man, I most sincerely hope you never have children.
Hey Loo E.B.,
I guess I’ve lost count of the number of pimp-slappings which took place at my hands. All of the pimp-slappee’s were male, I might add. Among my many other old-fashioned male virtues is that I was raised to never offer violence to a woman. But, to answer your question, since I was never one to back away from a brawl in high school or college, many memorable pimp-slappings took place there. After college, I worked as bouncer for a time. More pimp-slappings. Eventually, I drifted (part-time) into law enforcement, which I still do. Every once in a while, a perp gets frisky and needs to be pimp-slapped back into his place. No, Loo, I’ve done way more than talk in that regard. We won’t even go into the violent sports (wrestling, martial arts, boxing) that occupied much of my youth.
What about you? I bet you’ve got all sorts of interesting and exciting stories to tell about the times you cried. We’ll have to trade tales sometime.
By the way, I have a darling baby daughter who is nearly three years old. I imagine she could probably pimp-slap your bad, tear-stained self into the next county w/o too much trouble.
I don’t worry about whether you will ever have kids. Balls are required equipment for that and you would appear, therefore, to be disqualified.
Woot woot woot, a winner. Ladies and gentleman, it was only a matter of time before we had a virtual hardman step up and boast just how manly he was, but few of us could have expected quite such an impressive display of “Worlds hardest man when behind a computer”.
Now, for bonus points, how about a nice little rant of how I wouldn’t dare talk like that to ya in real life. Fuck me, what a sad sack of shite you are.
Scumbag, are you always running around showing everyone how big your balls really are? Or is this maybe just one of your online personas?
If you are really a cop, and not just the Sheriff’s desk clerk, please let us all know where you “enforce” the law with “pimp-slappings” so we can avoid it at all costs.
You’re exactly the type of cop that doesn’t deserve a badge, a stick, or a gun.
Sam
Scumpup: first off, is your real name “Begbie?”
Upon consideration of your above-enumerated bravery, I’ll wager a brand-new tube of AstroGlide you used to receive a lot of – ahem – pimp-slappings from your dear ole Daddy, right? Is that why you’re so maaad?
Next time you bust a boy hustler on your part-time beat at the mall, why don’t you just explore your softer side? It’s aching to come out!