It’s a biological fact that, generally speaking, males in relation to females are naturally larger, more physical, more ambitious, stronger, faster, cruder, stinkier, hairier, more competitive and hornier. Those traits are wired into them as tightly as the DNA in their Y chromosome, and are all awash in the testosterone hormone produced in their testicles.
At times, those traits can be problematic. At other times, they can save the day, save the world, or save a child.
But men are out of fashion these days. Boys, too.
Mind you, the men who are out of fashion are the ones with both an X and a Y chromosome. The “men” with two X’s and no Y’s are definitely not out of fashion. Heck, from what you see in the media they’re everywhere, with the notable exception of men’s sports (gee, I wonder why).
Poets lament that the XY types are not easy to love and they’re harder to hold. They’re the people who started most wars, despoiled the land, raped women, and made Amber Heard into a liar.
The broad societal point is that men are bad and women are good (though that requires you to know what a woman is) and you’re a misogynist if you think otherwise. And so, we do to men what we do to other people who offend woke sensibilities: We cancel them.
When a couple etc have a baby these days that happens to be a male according to the stereotypical anatomical clues, they undertake to extinguish the maleness in him/her/them/it. The youngster is coerced to discover, embrace and adopt his/her/their/its feminine side.
No toy trucks for you, buster/busterette. No BB guns, no squirt gun, not even a gun made with your index finger and thumb or carved out of your Pop-Tart with which you might say BANG to earn a week off from school. And my, don’t you look pretty in pink!
Yep, it’s brain washing. We wash the man right out of the boy.
If that doesn’t work, we sedate them. Boyish impertinence and inattentiveness are deemed problems that require pharmaceutical intervention. Drugging and dragging boys out of their boyhood makes life easier for their parents and teachers but we tell ourselves that we’re doing this for them, not for us. Uh huh.
The end result of this blind blunting and easy sedation of boys striving toward manhood is a generation that is not tested, not tempered. It’s a generation of babies.
Which doesn’t exactly bring me to cowboys, but there they are anyway – those legendary creatures of the high plains embodying American manliness. Cowboys probably should have been called cowmen, but that doesn’t have the same ring to it. Sure, they’re mostly mythical, at least in the year 2022, but every boy-boy naturally has some cowboy in him.
It’s true that men and the cowboys in them have caused endless problems for humanity, but they’ve also solved countless others. While they indeed started most wars, they ended most too. They despoiled the land, but their wildness tamed the wilderness. A very few raped women, but most protected and loved them.
And, excuse me, but Amber Heard was always a liar.
This week honors the cowboys who 78 years ago stormed the beaches of Normandy to liberate a continent. It was a clash of the best in mankind versus the worst. The best kind won, because the good in men is more powerful than the bad.
And next week is Father’s Day. My own father was a cowboy from Massachusetts. He was greatly flawed, as am I, but he was a good man. He didn’t hesitate to call me out, but he never tried to break me – and he certainly never infantilized me. I miss him.
Mommas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies. No, let your cowboys grow up to be men.
And dads, set an example for them – they’re watching your every move. You can’t tell them how to be a man, you can only show them.