this guy is supposedly using biology to say hardship, toil and misery makes you an adult
I say he’s full of shit and there’s more to being an adult than this jackass supposes or am I wrong? Also, I’m wondering if the “biology” is real or just woo like in most of these cases
Oh, no; this sounds both shocking and terrifying! My now-revealed-unto-me lack of manliness should be stressing me out!
…which, if he’s right, means I’ll now become manlier? Sort of a self-correcting thing, there? If he’s wrong, I’ll be fine; and, if he’s right, I’ll be fine?
a friend I sent this article to replied "and work makes you free too right? "
Heh. I’m reminded of the looong Oglaf comic where the ultra-masculine barbarian has to dress like a woman in general, and act like a sorceress in particular, to get the win — sparking the ending, where his appearance leads to him getting asked how he bears the shame.
“I feel no shame”, he states.
“Feelings are for women”, he states.
Haven’t people been domesticated animals ever since we invented domiciles?
There’s nothing more “domesticated” than making TikTok videos. He should be bellowing his message from a mountaintop.
Well, it would solve the mystery of why all these hyper-masculine Manly Man types spend so much of their time worrying about Manly Manliness, and being mistaken for women and/or wimps.
The Y-chromosome is slowly disappearing, and will eventually be gone. If projections are right men as we know them (X+Y chromosomes) will vanish…
Summary
… in 11 million years.
Y chromosome may be disappearing in humans, new study finds - The Jerusalem Post
This is clearly a bigger threat than so called global warming and we should science this stat. /s
IME, adult males on average tend toward obnoxious, difficult and not particularly intelligent. Perhaps fewer of those is not a thing to complain about?
I’ve been musing about something similar - I think the reason people are so unhappy these days is because we live a highly complex, technological life that is far removed from nature and the wild.
Not saying that we should all strip naked and live an agrarian lifestyle. But there is something about the modern-day life in a big city that is deeply unnatural. It has its perks, of course, but there’s always some deep longing for a simpler, primitive life.
So yes, we’ve been domesticated, and there’s a certain part of our brain that doesn’t like it.
I like to go camping, there is something nice about getting “in touch” with nature and all that crap.
But the part I like best is when I get home and get to have access to all those modern conveniences that I usually take for granted.
So the thing you like about camping is that it feels so good when you stop?
I don’t think that’s got anything to do specifically with masculinity, though. I think it’s an issue for humans in general; affecting some individuals much more than others, but probably just as likely to affect women as men.
I’ve seen a number of studies showing, or appearing to show, that exposure to natural daylight, to trees, to free-running water, etc. are beneficial for many people. I haven’t seen any saying that there’s a difference by gender in the effect.
– where does that link in the OP go to? I’m mildly curious as to what the article says, though even going just by the blurb I’m pretty sure that it’s nonsense; but not at all sure that I want to give the site a click.
Sure. It’s more that it reminds me of all that we take for granted.
Not that I don’t enjoy the process and experience itself. On a clear night at home, I can see maybe 15 stars, and the highway is a constant white noise drone. One of the experiences I enjoy while camping is when I hear a car a mile or so away, and realize it’s the first one I’ve heard in hours. I’m always amazed by how many stars you can see when you don’t have a mall in your backyard.
But yeah, getting home, using a real toilet, getting a hot shower and changing into clean clothes is something that I do every day, but I only really appreciate it after I’ve gone without for a few.
ETA: And a real bed. My bed always feels most comfortable after sleeping on a camping mat for a couple days.
Much like bagpipe music
My parents never took me camping. I started camping in my late 20s, early 30s. At the time I was managing a graphic arts department and I was perpetually stressed trying to do 6 things at once while answering the phone constantly.
Camping was a revelation. It was hard work setting up the campsite, gathering and chopping wood, getting a fire going, gathering water, prepping meals, etc. But the thing is, it was one chore done at a time, at a steady, measured pace, and I was living completely in the moment unlike I ever experienced in my recent past.
Yes, the first thing I did after getting home was turn on the TV, but that doesn’t mean I was ecstatic to get back. The sensory overload alone of driving through a city is miserable after being in the north woods for a week.
As someone who in his youth used to love to go camping — I mean real camping in wilderness parks, in places reachable only by canoe – I know just what he means. These were places of inspiring natural beauty, but it was a rugged existence, and creature comforts were few. Getting back to civilization felt both like a loss and also very gratifying.
This is just more of the same spirit that animates questions along the lines of “have our civilizational advances made us stop evolving stronger”. It’s our old friend, the fear of “degeneracy”.
Morbo: "EVOLUTION DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY!!!’
I camped enough in my youth that I completely used up all my desire to go camping. We used to hike miles into back country with friends and spend a week at a time there. Somehow, what I remember most is how much hard work it all was, pitching tents and scavenging firewood and building campfires and cooking over open flame and trying to wash dishes with stream water and then sleeping on the hard, cold ground just to wake up and do it all again. And the bugs! I never knew how many insects were so eager to bite people. It’s hard to remember all the natural beauty with all that in the way.
Somewhere around the time I unwisely agreed to take a preschooler and a toddler in diapers to enjoy the wonders of nature in a tent, I resolved to never vacation anywhere without real beds and hot and cold running water ever again. I’m just really glad I’m a woman and therefore don’t have to fret about being too domesticated.
I am 100% sure I do not.