By the way, I'm going to eventually have to ask for some more info from you, Buddha1, like which country you're from, what exactly your occupation is, and OF COURSE, the real meat of this discussion: case by case illustrations of these gender roles as they affect other men.
I would be very interested to read any papers you have presented (if they're available) and to learn more about the reactions of your peers. You seemed to hint that your theories were of great interest to certain people.
I discussed these very same things with a counselor, and she more or less agreed with me. It's not that these are just crackpot speculations with little merit, it's just that no one really talks about it. I think so many people are so used to silently accepting things, that when someone brings up the topic, people really don't know what to say.
This person that I liked (well, I think 'loved' may almost be more appropriate) was such a perfect example that it's almost hard for me to believe.
I remember one time riding my bike to work, and he was seemingly, judging by his reaction, taken aback to it, almost as if even riding a bike was too manly, since it was a physical activity that's often considered a sport, depending on the situation. The way he reacted overwhelmingly indicated this, and yet it was alright for him to talk about snowboarding like it made him more of a man.
When I had finally gotten up the nerve to call him (which was nearly a year since I last saw him before I quit the job I was at), I was, of course, highly nervous. And he was rather rude to me as well, which may have had something to do with a letter I had sent him that had some subdued but apparent criticisms of the way he had behaved...
Anyway, during the course of that conversation I simply asked him what he had been doing lately. His curt, stereotypically masculine reply was that he had been skateboarding, snowboarding, riding his bike, and studying.
-------- Oooo!!!------- All those MANLY activities, AND he's "improving" his mind by hitting the books, on top of everything. HOW IMPRESSIVE!!!!
I was extrememly nervous at the time, but later (probably days later), when I came to my senses, I realised how true to his form that statement had been. I may have been extremely scared when I tried to talk to him that time, but my intelligence wasn't diminished, and very quickly, just like before and after, I saw through his flimsy superficiality.
When talking to him, and trying to understand why he was being so callous and indifferent to me, I was scared enough that I cried (
). It was prompted by my mentioning that I had had a dream that I touched his hand, and that the dream had made me very sad. That was all I mentioned, but in the dream, I had actually held his hand.
----HERE FOLLOWS A LITTLE OF MY OWN PERSONAL DREAM ANALYSIS----
We were in some kind of mall/school cafeteria (there was a little more before that, but I'll get to the point), and I was sitting at the end of a table with him across from me, and the girl that made him nervous (who I hung out with alot during that time) was sitting to my right. I would turn and talk to her and I could see him out of the corner of my eye staring directly at me. Then I would turn to talk to him and he would turn completely away and pretend to be interested in something else off in the distance. This happened several times.
I felt almost as if I was ignoring him because I could tell he was looking blatantly at me. It was an intense stare. I had this feeling that I SHOULD have turned quicker, without giving him warning, because I COULD have caught him in the act. I knew the whole time that if I would just turn quick enough, he wouldn't have time to react and he would be forced to explain why he was so grossly interested in me. But for some reason I was playing the same game, probably out of fear.
I feel this aspect of the dream to be a very true representation of what occurred. Him staring at me represented (of course) his obvious interest in me. My knowing that he was looking at me but in a way, openly ignoring it, accurately represents my reaction to what I KNEW instinctively was going on, but that I was pretending I had better things to do.
The fact that I was talking to my friend while he was staring at me, and the fact that when I turned to talk to him, he would turn his head to the left (sitting directly opposite me as the last person on the table) and stare intently at nothing, pretending not to notice, to ME represents very accurately how his actions were more blatant than mine. I at least had a friend that I was talking to when he was watching me, but he had to pretend to be interested in nothing at all (he was staring across the room at a wall or something) when I was watching HIM. If that makes any sense to the reader... however that IS an accurate reflection of the "excuses" for ignoring each other. Mine was much more natural in appearance, but his was blatantly invented, which is also a reflection of the kind of false masculine baggage that he was hauling around, as opposed to my limited, almost purely circumstancial excuses. :bugeye:
----- I'm not just trying to exculpate myself from all responsibility, but as far as these notions of what men can do and feel acceptably, he was by far the more immature. He was somewhat of a dog in that respect: Is this right? Will people make fun of me? What's the proper thing for a guy to do? Does it make me look cool? -----
BUT, the conclusion of the dream:
Anyhow, after those awkward stares while the other was pretending not to see, the "lunch period" was over, and I was saying goodbye to him. We shook hands, but instead of letting go, we both kind of held onto each other's hand and, looking into his eyes, he was smiling, but one half of his mouth was rather limp. Basically, it was a half-smile, or half-hearted, whichever you prefer to call it.
It was a smile that outwardly was trying to express happiness but the reason only half the mouth was able to smile is that there was inner turmoil behind it that was TRYING to stay hidden, but it wouldn't quite work. If the manner in which he was smiling could be put into a statement that encompassed the whole truth of the emotions behind it, it very well may sound like this:
"I didn't just want to shake your hand. I like holding your hand and we both know it. On the outside, I'm smiling because it's all in jest, right? We have to joke about the way we feel. We have to make it look like we're just playing around, but can't you tell how difficult it is for me to smile properly. Why is only half of my face smiling? Is it because I don't really care to hold your hand, or is it because I want to so badly but I know that I can't? We both know why it's hard for me to smile, but we're never going talk about it."
That's a very good approximation of the feeling I got looking into his eyes in the dream. It was almost as if I was looking into an emotional mirror, and realizing totally that I WAS RIGHT, that I was NOT alone in the way I felt, but the sadness came from the fact that I was utterly helpless, and this was as close as we would ever get.
The fact that I felt that I was looking into this person's mind and seeing myself has haunted me. The dream in and of itself was extremely sad. I woke up crying, and it still makes me feel helpless when I think about. But sometimes I think that maybe the feeling of seeing my feelings reflected in this person was just that. That I was seeing what I wanted to see, and nothing more. I had a few "well meaning" people try to convince me of that.
But none of that, when put all together, made much sense. That "explanation" doesn't go very far towards explaining those things that happened between us.
ANYHOW, it's very ironic in a way, because I briefly mentioned the dream I had where I touched his hand (which was basically all I said) and I immediately couldn't help crying. His attitude softened then and there and then he said something to the effect of "you may think this sounds funny, but did you come to my house and steal my brother's book bag out of his car?" And I was like, Why would I do something like that? And he replied that he felt like someone was playing a "big trick" on him. I said "what kind of trick" and his response was simply, "a really bad trick". Make of it what you will.
What trick was he referring to??? The kind where you really like someone, and you know deep down that they like you back, but you can't say anything about it, mostly because you "know" that's an impossible reality, and every other guy around you SEEMS happy with girls. And even more importantly, what happens if you take the biggest risk and actually SAY how you feel. HOW do you even go about DOING IT? What's going to happen? It could be good, but good things like this don't ever happen.
That was the feeling conveyed by the half-smile in the dream. I WANT to say something to you, but this is TOO GOOD to be TRUE. I don't WANT to let go of your hand, but we HAVE to, because this is only a game. It was a feeling of knowing what was really going on, but also knowing that you're NEVER going to get the satisfaction of actually HEARING the other person acknowledge it.
----- The ultimate in cruel tricks, nothing less.
If that's even the trick he was referring to. That is, however, certainly what this whole thing felt (and STILL feels) like to me. A cruel trick that torments me constantly. I don't even know if I'll ever get that close to anyone again.