What is it about being a guy? We’re supposed to be rugged and strong and protective yet at the same time be sensitive, have a feminine side and be mind readers. We’re supposed to be able to work hard and provide and at the same time be good husbands, father’s, crazy uncles and the knight in shinning armor all at once.
I remember back in the early ’90s when Robin Hood: Men in Tights came out. It was a joke about how in the early Robin Hood movies, they all wore tights (tight tights!). And then, in the movie, there was a dance scene about how the men wearing the tights were manly men and that they were secure in their masculinity. At the same time they showed off some spunk and sass.
I’ve been thinking about this the last few days since my Rocky IV post. You compliment a guy by insulting him. Guys are most happy when they aren’t talking with each other but sitting in some deer blind, sitting by a lake with a pole in hand, or just scratching and spitting (not each other though). There’s something caveman abut us that we genetically revel in and need.
In a nutshell, I really think men are hard wired to go out, slay the mammoth, drag it back home to be cooked, then hang around drinking grog or klah or whatever cavemen drank telling the events of what happened in ways in which they never did.
Is this an honest, true way of looking at it or is there another way?
Easter’s on Sunday. Do guys even go to church? Is it too girly? Or if they do, do they even participate or just sit in the back waiting for there to be coffee and cookies afterward?
What does it mean to be a guy ten years into the 21st century? And anyway.. would Jesus be seen as a girly man by today’s standards or as some he-man cool guy? Or something in between?