Punds got me thinking about this much chewed subject. As a rule I avoid writing on such subjects. But then I guess it’s OK to add your voice to the cacophony every once in a while (and use cliched phrases like: every once in a while, every once in a while). It gives you a sense of belonging, I’ve herd … oops, heard. So here goes…
Actually all I wanted to say was said in the title, so there isn’t much left to say. But then I aspire to be a real writer (whatever that means) sometime in my life, so I’ve to shrug off this habit of saying it all in the title. Or better: learn to say it again and again till required word count is reached. Target practice: that’s the secret to writing (or just about everything), I tell you (and I’m being very generous here, that’s on the house). So what’s the target, you ask? Oh well, I’m not foolish enough to believe in my own theories!
The origin of this “boys/men don’t cry” stereotype is researched back to the middle of stone ages. In those times, throwing stones at each other was at vogue in the males of the human species. It was considered a pretty interesting pastime, as golf was not invented back then, which is surprising because all it takes is dug a few holes, find a few sticks, and a largish space and voila! All of this must have been easily available back then (you dirty men with single tracked minds! Stop right there!). That should tell you how intelligent men were back then, but then not much has changed even today). Females, being more sensible of the two sexes (or genders, if that’s a more acceptable socio-political term — a serious paper like this that deals with the role of gender in the choice politics of modern male, ought to use socio-politically acceptable terms) back then, didn’t take part in these games and just hoped that men won’t end up killing each other, for there has to be someone to rule (and other females being as smart, it had to be men). So it happened that as the boys went out and started throwing stones at each other, eventually someone would get hit and will run back to their mothers. Mothers, who were busy gossiping about the recipes of raw bird meat would get very irritated at these interruptions and would just tell their progeny (what a word!) that it was improper to cry in public. They also hoped that this would dissuade them from the stone throwing game and do something more constructive, like cleaning the caves, or just get that monthly wash or something. But alas, that was the start of the decline of the intellectual prowess of females. They seriously underestimated the male obsession with stone throwing, as is evident by opening daily newspapers today.
Anyways, I digress. The point is, stone throwing has become the pinnacle of male achievement (or machismo) and crying has become so synonymous with female weakness that it has seriously hampered the expression choice of the modern Homosapien male (but who the hell cares about their value-choices?). But think about it: do real men accept what others think, and relent their value-choices at the first sign of peer pressure? Or do real men (plural of man: a short hand for the member of the male of the Homosapien species) go and do a google (google: verb – to type the word in a text box and click, I’m feeling lucky) on “boys don’t cry”? Of course it’s the latter! And what do they see? They see an imdb link for an eponymous movie, and soon forget about the question altogether. This is how we are supposed to distinguish the boys from the men!
To summarize: the boys throw stones (and don’t cry when they’re hit), the real men google. So yes, I’ve diverted from the hypothesis in the title, but then surely you didn’t expect I’d reveal everything in the title! How do I become a real writer then?