Is it OK for men to cry in public?

Sorry, but I take great exception to your insinuation that the fuckwit is scottish. Besides, the only part time polis we get are special constables, and none of them would try to boast about pimpslapping perps.

Hell, it’d actually be funnier if he was a brit. Part time law enforcement, indeed. Come on, scrappydoo - where do you hail from.

Fuck! I though Scumpup was just parodying the other knuckle-draggers here, but it turns out he’s for real!?

Nah! It’s gotta be a parody – no-one’s that fucking backward and proud of it.

Virtual hardman? No, truthful. In any case, if I had tried to be modest and downplayed events, Loo would have danced a little jig on tippy-toes and squealed how he had been right about me alll along. But, since I was truthful, others of Loo’s ilk were ready to jump in and claim I am a liar. So it would appear to be a no win situation, if having the good opinion of the emotionally incontinent were my goal. Doesn’t matter, though. The opinions of weepy little bitchboys are of no more concern than the squeaking of mice (and convey less information). Just remember, little fellows, just because you are incapable doesn’t mean it can’t be done. Go have a nice group cry, wipe eachother’s noses, bitch to eachother about that bad, evil Scumpup, and maybe Mummsy-wummsy will give you all some nice snacky cakes before she tucks you in. You’ll feel better about yourselves in the morning, I’m sure.

And this guy is a teacher? Damn, that’s scary.

Nope, nope, nope. Just suggesting that Scumpup’ll one day end up in a steamy car with a big tranny and a hard-on.

I would wager that most of the people who weighed in on the “No Woman, No Cry” side of this thread have never been through a divorce. I’d count my divorce as a worse life experience than the death of any of my close relatives, and I don’t think my divorce was even nearly as bad as others I’ve known.

Two asides:

  1. I have a newfound respect for Zenster. Good going in this thread, man.

  2. Here’s an anagram for Scumpup: L, O, T, R, L

Hey Scumpup, maybe you and Brutus should get together for a mutual belch-in or something, where you can talk about the very remote possibility that you might get laid sometime.

Of course, Scrappy, you’re just being oppressed by us nasty little crybabies. How dare we insinuate that someone who boasts on a messageboard about what a hardman we are might just be full of shit.

So, come on, answer the question. Where are you from? Please god, let you be from the UK. That would just be the funniest thing I’ve seen in…ooh, at least a couple of days. Come in, fill in the blanks.

Rolling On The Leather Laughing? No, I don’t get it, Duke. Oh wait, now I see, you’re saying whatshisface is prone to homo-erotic fantasies. Good call.

Well, I have three sons, all of them big, strapping, healthy men, and no daughters. The oldest son is 33 and the youngest is 24. I always heard it took a man to make a boy and that any punk could make a girl, what with the model being right there in front of him. Since I am now 63, I doubt I’ll have any more, although you never can tell. At 63, I’m an even 6 foot tall and I weigh a measly 175 pounds----and if I am sure of anything, it is that you ain’t the guy who is gonna pimp-slap my elderly ass. As to crying, I last cried when my mother died and that was eight years ago. And, I still think you are all talk, with no walk to go with it.

Again, I’m not sure why anybody is paying attention to Scumpup because his opinions are borne from ignorance and immaturity. Who cares what he or Brutish think?

Certainly, one shouldn’t snivel over petty injuries or slights. I’m definitely a fan of stoicism and walking off an injury. But some things, like the end of a marriage and the devastation of a divorce, can’t be worked off by hitting the gym or getting drunk. That kind of deep, emotional pain has to be purged or it will kill you. Crying is one of the safety valves our biology provides us to release toxic emotions.

Not too long ago, a friend of mine felt close enough to me to open up emotionally, and this guy is a tall, strong guy who you’d think eats nails for breakfast. I felt honored, not embarrassed, that he trusted me enough to let down his defenses and see what he was feeling.

To tell the truth, I feel sorry for the macho posers who are willing to risk an early death from a heart attack or a stroke from stress than take the risk of opneing up emotionally to another person.

Guys like Scumpup might have buddies, but I guarantee they have no real friends.

I’d rather be around someone who has an occassional crying fest than someone who bottles up his emotions until he eventually explodes.

Wouldn’t you?

Looey,
If I were you, I’d take a good close look at the mailman to see if there isn’t some resemblance between him and “your” sons.
The rest of you may fret and wring your hands all you wish. If it pleases you to believe that a chronic case of emotional diarhea makes you sensitive and advanced, it makes no difference to me. If the idea that I am “the man” bothers you, that still makes no difference to me. Since none of you sign my paychecks, nor have any input into my life other than what I bother to read on this board, it would make no sense whatever for me to let your bleatings upset me. You do provide amusement, though, as a bunch of faceless internet nobodies who are apparently proud of their ability to be world-class snivelers.

Each of my kids were born in different states, so that had to be one persistent mailman.

faceless internet nobodies = Scumpup and his ilk

This thread makes me feel really proud of my husband. He doesn’t care what strangers think of him, doesn’t quiver in fear at the thought of showing weakness, and cried gasp at the vet’s when our beloved cat died. I respect a man who loves others, who is confident in himself, and who thinks that a stripey orange cat named Tuffy was worth crying over. That’s what I respect.

Julie

One thing you can count on-

That he says “cunt” enough to be Begbie…

Thank you, Duke. After growing up with the worst sort of philandering and emotionally sterile father for a role model, I have a really big problem with machismo. It’s the root of much mistreatment of women and consistently warps the male persona in ways that can take decades (if ever) to undo.

Again, all of the knuckle draggers deserve to be deserted in their time of need, if that’s what it takes to make them understand the indecency of their position. As a compassionate man, I wouldn’t usually wish that on anyone. However, if that’s what’s required to wise up all these macho meatheads, then so be it.

Message to Scumpup: You’re coming across like a world class idiot. Grow up.

I have a correction to make: I also cried my eyes out three years ago when I had to have a very beloved pet put to sleep.

OK, so on a scale of 1 - 10 (ten being super-dooper evil) how evil am I for following this thread for its comedic value?

Things that made me laugh out loud:

wiping away a tear
Thanks, guys.

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor husbands…