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Ornithomancer's avatar

I have a lot of thoughts on this and I'm interested to see what you say next week.

It's interesting, after a lifetime of struggle I finally gave up and went to therapy six, seven months ago. And while there are moments that hurt, or are uncomfortable, it's not... like... hard. I wanted solutions as a man to the shit in my life that was endemic and therapy is helping me build a tool kit that lets me deal with what's going on in my life. The stigma of doing that kept me away for a long time. I'm supposed to be stoic. I'm supposed to take it. Grunt through it. And let's face it, I had shit insurance that didn't cover therapy so I couldn't afford it even if I admitted I needed it. All these masculinity gurus offer a *free* entry gate that might give some short term ego boosts but ultimately are there to squeeze you for money, for attention, for loyalty. For a man desperate enough to ask for help but broke enough and angry enough to not look for good help, these outlets offer hope. Or at least comfort and commiseration.

I was thinking about similar subjects today. I may be older than the target demographic but for years I realize that I am a *prime* candidate for those masculinity grifts and for the alt-right further down that path. Single aging male, not in great shape, introverted, alone, rarely in a relationship, stuck in job after job that pigeon holes me and never gives me a chance to move up or to achieve. There's a certain primal seductiveness to being told "it's not your fault". Hell even my therapist has me push back on some of my thought processes, although instead of "it's not my fault" it's "Shame isn't completely fair- you did what you could with the tools you had to survive." Still, being told that your pain is justified? That's liberating. In therapy it can be a complex reason why. For Jordan Peterson, it's simple.

I'm not sure why I didn't go down that path. Maybe part of it was seeing the hypocrisy in so many of the points of view offered. Maybe I hadn't given up on people, maybe I just didn't like the idea of who I'd be if I red/blackpilled.

I'm kind of drifting but I learned the other day that my grandfather, that I always saw as a very stoic, very self-controlled, very quiet but firm man was an opium addict for like... 50 years. My dad said when cleaning his stuff out of his parents' house he found prescription pad after prescription pad and realized the percocet and darvocet prescriptions that were omni-present (he had *hundreds* of empty pill bottles in the garage to store everything from pennies to bits and bobs) probably weren't actually prescribed to him- he was a good artist and probably could forge a signature really well.

I'm not sure why he got on those to begin with. I know why he stayed on them though. That knowledge kind of changes how I saw him. He wasn't stoic, he was kind of loaded. I still love him and miss him and in some ways admire him but... fuck man that kind of masculinity where whatever is wrong with you you just become a 50 year opiate junkie quietly and go through life until your brain explodes from a series of strokes is not any kind of man I want to be. It's like, the answer to masculinity and suffering was to either medicate or blow your heart/brain out as young as you can.

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Always good when an article makes me actually consider people in my own life.

Years ago, a friend had a "save the males" bumper sticker. All of the toxic stew you describe was twisted up in this guy and constantly at war with his basic nature: at his core, he was one of the kindest people I've ever met. He was raised hyper-Christian and politically libertarian/right. His father was a fairly classic male archetype, who worked in heavy industry at a management level (having worked his way from the bottom of course) and had facial hair that Tsar Nicholas would have approved. My friend on the other hand was a gifted artist and musician, not really interested in any of the classic things that "men" are supposed to be interested in, and to top it off, I'm pretty sure he couldn't have grown a decent beard.

Honestly, this guy is practically an avatar for all the contradictions you mention here, up to and including repeated attempts at suicide. He died a few years ago in a single car accident that his (Christian conservative) family adamantly swear was not a suicide. Whatever gives them peace, I guess. For my part, I just hope my friend finally found some peace, whether intentionally or not.

Anyway, sorry for the melancholy ramblings.

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