Yesterday, I had a conversation, on line, with a man who I'll call, for lack of a better description: an old school working man. He described himself a the guy who always showed up on time, on good days and bad. As reliable as gravity. A man who doesn't take sick days, no matter what. A man who doesn't complain when his joints ache, or when expected to work in hard conditions, in oppressive heat, or in freezing cold.
I believe this man is exactly how he describes himself, strong, reliable, honourable, and stoic. And I also know he has every right to take pride in these qualities and define himself by his utility to others. That's my phrasing, by the way, not his.
This is definitely a real man, and in all our struggle to see men recognized as human beings, this man, and millions like him built the world we live in, and continue to build and maintain our world.
And what I told him was that he is what we are fighting against. men who define manhood by being sacrificial beasts of burden. I told him this attitude is exactly why women, such as the female hosts and the female audience of a daytime TV show feel justified in treating the mutilation of a man as comedy.
And although I maintain that this self definition of male identity by men willing to work themselves to death , or to step between a bullet and a child or a woman in self sacrificial defence is what fuels and supports a runaway feminist ethic of hatred of men and disregard for their humanity, at the same time I have to recognize the greatness of what men like this represent. And who am I to tell any man he cant be that hero.
The problem them is in the economy of human esteem, in which men are valued by utility, and devalued as human beings, denied consideration and that sacrifice used as the meter of their manly worth.
Men like this are great men, but their greatness and their self selected sacrifice is reflected back on themselves and on other men as required sacrifice by a culture who regards disposability as worth.
The guy who always shows up for work, sick or healthy? That's him. The guy who never sees a doctor. The guy who in his conversation admits to serious health issues over the years. And in his next utterance points out that but over time he either stopped noticing them or they just went away.
A man who sees himself as a wooden robot, bark skin stretched over a sold core. Like a tree, only the outside, only bark is truly alive.
In his own words born and bred for sacrifice, for the common good.
This is a real person, a real man, and a valid human being. And to my ears, these words are the words of a slave, in bondage to a world which demands his life's service, but a world which denies his humanity except in that act of sacrifice.
Without men like this, our world will fall in on itself. But without men like this, willing to serve as the disposable bodies of a feminized culture, we would not need to withdraw our sacrifice and protection.
The greatness of men like this one is truthfully what levered humanity from a survivalist, pre-civilized existence, into a modern safe, well fed and house modern world. Men, and the corpses of men like the man I call the old school working man, are what paved the way for civilization. And now, the continued willingness of men to sacrifice, to be heroes is what no longer serves us. It's what enables and supports a growing culture of feminized, self indulgence, lack of human empathy, and which retards the adulthood of our culture. Heroes as great as they are, and as much as they are owed, have got to go.