There seems to be this impression that there are wolves at the gate regarding masculinity.
To me, it feels like a mangy raccoon that is more of an annoyance than anything. Sure, it might get into the trash and there is a small possibility it could have rabies.
But is it really something we should fear?
It is marketable these days to try and conjure up visions of a world that is coming to take away your masculinity. That we are somehow “under attack”...
The best way to galvanize a group is to find a common enemy. But the problems we face as men don’t stem from some vagina hat wearing, anti-male protester. These people don’t really affect our daily lives in any way. Unless we let them.
Granted, there are certainly some who are openly against everything we define as being a man. But should we actually give them any real attention? In my opinion, probably not.
In fact, the more we engage with these inane ideas, the more legitimacy we give them. Sensationalizing the radical opinions of a few, and applying them to the whole, makes them seem far more prevalent than they actually are. Which in turn, gives power to something that is inherently powerless.
But the truth is, there is nothing anyone can do to strip us of our manhood. Unless of course we relinquish it willingly...
Our real battle is and has always been, one that is within. An internal search for truth, belonging, and purpose.
Because if there really was a wolf, the proper way to deal with it would be to go on the offensive. For a trash panda, we simply need to make sure our garbage lids are closed and secured, and the problem will go away.