Daww. I KNEW your “bastard coated bastard with bastard filling” act was just a facade. 
Who wants a woman who wants a man who cries? She obviously has plans for him.
OK, I’m sorry, how does this pertain to the thread?
Oh, I was probably projecting a little, because I have been told that in the past.
What can I say? Fiction doesn’t seem to affect me very deeply, but real bad things often make me very upset. I actually cry all the time, just not from novels or movies (except documentaries, sometimes).
I fathered two sons, play my wife’s body like a musical instrument and have faced down an out-of-bounds deputy sheriff at the gateway to my property. Charleton Heston once shook in his boots at the mention of my name. I use a soap mug and straight razor to shave.
And yet, “Remember the Titans” reduces me to a puddle every single time. I even tear up when Andrew Shepherd delivers his climactic speech at the end of “The American President”. I weep openly when Mike Douglas looks presidentially into the camera and declares, “I’m Andy Shepherd, and I am the president.”
God
Damn
That’s manly stuff!
I will second (third? fourth?) the “blubbering pussy” line when it comes to movies.
It took me a good coupla years before I would let myself watch “Armageddon” in a group of people because I cried so hard at it. Anything…and I mean ANYTHING with a dog I will refuse to watch. I have seen “Dances with Wolves” at least 30 times, and I to this day have never actually seen Two-Socks get killed.
I would classify myself as a crier, and I don’t really care all that much. I am fine with it, I am sure anyone I am dating will be OK with it…I’m an emotional guy, It’s what you get with me I guess…
It’s off topic, as I’m not a lady. Nope, I’m a big, tall, hairy guy who is described by his own loving wife to strangers as “scary looking”. And I’m a total sap for emotional scenes in movies. I get choked up and misty eyed at fairly mundane things, and have cried at passages in books. Nobel self-sacrifice really gets me - like the bit in “Titanic” where Benjamin Guggenheim, one of the richest men in the world, refuses a spot of a lifeboat saying “We are dressed in our best, and are prepared to go down like gentlemen.”
See I’m the other way around. Real life events rarely make me cry. Death, sure, but 90% of my crying is done sitting in front of the television or movie screen. Most of the time the reason I cry over fictional things is because real life is rarely that innocent, or straightforward, or saccharine. I always cry at episodes of Full House, because no real family is that understanding and loving. In movies, people always get just what they need exactly when they need it, or find meaning exactly when they’re looking for it. Real life is messier, and less fair, and finding meaning in suffering is not always so easy. Thus I cry.
At least, that’s part of the reason. The other reason is that I am a hopeless romantic sap who still holds out a bit of optimism for the good of humanity. If Orange Juice Lady can be a good Mom then god dammit, so can I one day.
As a guy, public display of crying is low on my list of things to do. I might dab my eyes at a movie like “Steel Magnolias” or “The Spitfire Grill” but I’m not going to get into a snot-balled mess for other people to see. While I can understand why women like to have a good cry it doesn’t do much for me. I fully get the emotion but don’t see the need to express it. I can get emotional just watching a kid accomplish something for the first time. I get it.
How does this translate? I just had to have one of my cats put to sleep. I waited until I was out of the vets to shed tears over it. It’s a private moment I didn’t feel the need to share with anybody. Why subject other people to my own misery? I’ve also found that women seem to want a shoulder to cry on more than a mutual crying partner so I always try to drop it down a notch.
WE had a beagle at the time, and he was old. He has died since then.
The only movie with a beagle in it I have seen since then is Underdog!
He doesn’t die…he saves the day!
I don’t cry. I do however, experience slow leaks in the vicinity of my eyes when watching certain movies.
Any man who can sit through Brian’s Song without shedding a single tear is a heartless bastard with a cold, black soul. In my humble opinion, of course.
Then again, I get misty eyed in a lot of shows. The first time I was when Spock died. Holy crap was I devastated! Since then , there have been a number of shows that get to me, no matter how many times I see them. I have tears streaming down my face for damn near the last 20 minutes straight in Jerry Maguire. Not sobbing uncontrollably or anything, but definitely crying. I teared up on my second date with this one woman when we went to see Fantasia 2000 in the local IMAX theatre. She must not have held it against me, since we wound up getting married. So I guess it’s all good.
I get misty all the damn time - maybe *that *is why I’m still single!
You gave an example.
I believe that your example was flawed and set out to show WHY your example was flawed.
As such my comment was totally pertinant to the thread.
Even if it did disagree with your perception of Shwartzkops character and toughness.