In an era where there is a lot of complaining about “toxic masculinity” (a bogus term as far as I’m concerned), Hollywood has apparently unilaterally decided that men in today’s films need to be “feminized” or cerebrally castrated in order to satisfy the “wussification factor” spreading throughout America.
What do I mean by the “wussification factor?” Simple. I mean the apparent strategy in our K-12 schools to turn little boys and adolescent young men into namby-pamby, effeminate geeks.
Boys are too often discouraged and berated by teachers for being “too assertive,” for “rough-housing,” for good-naturedly cuffing one another, and even arm-wrestling—in short, for behaving like boys have always behaved the world-over from time immemorial.
These “wussified” boys then grow up confused about their gender, their masculinity, and their role in a feminized society where girls and women are given special and preferential treatment when it comes to college admissions and hiring in the workplace.
You only have to examine the kind of trash Hollywood is turning out these days to see how this has manifested itself in our nation.
In film after film men the size of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Tom Hardy, and Channing Tatum somehow are beaten senseless by 110-pound women.
Those who aren’t muscle-bound, cower when faced with danger and kowtow to those in power.
But more alarming than Hollywood and the entertainment media’s assiduous emasculation of men is what is happening in our military today. It is being “dumbed down” in terms of physical requirements in order to accommodate women and a growing transgender element.
As a result, I worry about unit and task cohesion, combat effectiveness, and the bonding of soldiers that is necessary for an efficacious fighting force. I don’t believe the military should be a laboratory for conducting societal and gender experimentation.
The military has one purpose: to fight and win wars when and wherever needed. At least that’s what I was taught during my four years of active duty in the U.S. Army.
How many of you recall the 1978 Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings song, “Mamas Don’t let your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys?”
“Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.”
Today, the title of that song, at least in the minds of many, should be rewritten to: “Mamas, Don’t let your Cowboys Grow up to be Babies.”
Take a listen to Tony Joe White singing just that song here:
Men, for some reason—especially white men, are somehow considered an “existential threat” if they are determined, overtly masculine, decisive, resolute outdoor types who hunt, fish, drive pick-up trucks, enjoy contact sports like football, boxing, MMF, and hockey, and generally behave as most men have always behaved on this planet—like men.
But not in 2021 America. Here they are called “domestic terrorists,” and worse.
Hollywood deems those hearty souls “brutes” and “beasts” who are in need of some form of “comeuppance.” Intriguingly, it seems to be okay for Hispanic or black men to be masculine, but not white men. Why is that? Is it because we are being fed the ubiquitous and pervasive B.S. about “white supremacy” running rampant in our country?
Possibly, but I confess, I don’t have the answer. However, Hollywood apparently thinks it does—especially when it comes to portraying elements of manhood in films.
But, hey, this is just me prattling on. I wonder what others think?
Here’s one individual who has examined and studied all of this through the lens of Hollywood and has arrived at some interesting conclusions. Take a look.
Educator and writer Jeff Minick says America is turning out a nation of male “snowflakes.”
“Recently, I heard a woman in the coffee shop where I sometimes write expressing her dismay and astonishment that one of her employees, a 20-year-old male, had sent his mother to work to discuss problems her son was having on the job,” Minick recently wrote.
“Not good,” he continued. “Most of us have heard of the “helicopter moms” who call professors or college administrators to protest a bad grade or disciplinary action earned by their sons. Some of these young men are old enough to buy beer, drive a car, and enlist in the Army, but rely on Mommy to do their fighting for them.”
“When we treat legal adults as children, we are creating what C.S. Lewis called “men without chests.”
On the other hand, Minick writes, history both ancient and modern reveals an army of mothers who raised their sons to enter into the fray of life.
As their sons marched off to war, Spartan mothers called out, “Come back with your shield—or on it,” meaning come back honorably alive or bravely dead.
Cornelia of Ancient Rome regarded her two boys as her jewels and reared them to be fighters and patriots.
Andrew Jackson’s widowed mother raised her son to be tough, telling him in the last words she would speak to him:
“You will have to make your own way” and “Sustain your manhood always.” Later Jackson would say of her, “She was gentle as a dove and as brave as a lioness. Her last words have been the law of my life.”
Of course, today Andrew Jackson is vilified for his belligerent and assertive conduct, both as a general and as our seventh president. Never mind that “Old Hickory” defeated the British at the Battle of New Orleans in 1815 and survived an assassination attempt in 1835, beating senseless his would-be assassin with his walking cane.
Today, such a display of toxic masculinity would be condemned by the snowflakes who comprise the majority of our news media.
But when I look at President Biden, stumbling his way up a ramp to Air Force One and bumbling his way through a light sprinkling of fluffy questions from deferential and sycophantic reporters that behave more like caregivers in a nursing home than the watchdogs of government they are supposed to be, I am more convinced than ever that America is in serious decline.
When our president must be protected from an obsequious and feeble media, I find myself wondering if we will ever see another president with a spine like Andrew Jackson, or Teddy Roosevelt, or Ulysses S. Grant.
Then, I think, maybe it is time that a woman becomes President of the United States. Because I’m not sure if there are any men left in this country who are as tough, independent, and as gristly as some of the women I know.
And I know damn well they won’t be accused of displaying “toxic femininity.”