A few more thoughts to be added to Lance’s on the toxic concept of toxic masculinity.
The term creates the notion and implication that all masculinity is toxic, which makes it libelous and slanderous calumny.
Granted some toxic behavior may appear masculine but the bigger issue is what can be labeled “toxic feminization backlash“.
For at least one generation there has been a toxic war on boys.
Boys who don’t conform to feminized ideals of behavior or comport themselves like little girls are stigmatized, disciplined or even medicated.
Boyish behavior has been quashed or even criminalized , if not by statute then by the court of public opinion.
If you know about dogs then you are aware that whippets need to run around a lot. If they don’t then they become neurotic and exhibit dysfunctional behavior.
This is what has been done to boys for decades and when one of them reaches a breaking point or is gaslighted by society or rendered psychotic by behavior medication, masculinity at large is held accountable.
Enough of this bullshit.
When my son was about ten he was at a birthday party where the birthday boy received a book entitled, “The Dangerous Book for Boys”, which is all about stuff boys are meant to do. Climb trees, whittle a stick, skim a rock on water, and so on.
Someone suggested I get a copy for my son.
I said, why should he waste his time reading these things when he actually does them. It’s very empowering for a ten-year old to be given an axe and told, it’s not a toy, be careful, come back with as much dry wood you can carry and I’ll show you how to build a fire and cook on it. Or to take a bunch of boys to Wal-Mart at one in the morning to pick out knives for themselves.
Masculine behavior is not a crime and is not toxic.
Here are some results of “toxic masculinity”:
Getting into tiny boats and crossing the North Atlantic to explore new lands
Clearing the forests and creating new life there.
Establishing a new rule of law based on personal liberty and capitalism benefiting more people than anything else in history.
Freeing the slaves.
Storming the beaches of Normandy and defeating Nazism.
Rushing into burning buildings to carry people to safety.
Making yourself a target to rescue hostages.
This is what masculinity has to offer.
If you think it’s toxic, don’t just shut the fuck up.
Don’t even look in my direction, don’t even exhale near the air I breathe.
Just crawl under a rock and shrivel away you ungrateful piece of shit.
When Guyanese-born NEIL GOUVEIA immigrated to New York at age 7, his mother made a devastating decision to leave one child behind to expedite the family exodus. Six years later, they became US citizens. Now 39, gay and newly conservative, Gouveia takes a tough, unpopular stance against those who cross the border illegally. He shared his story with The Post’s Susan Edelman.
You’ve heard news about families being separated at the US southern border. Legal immigrants have to deal with separation as well. My mother made her own “Sophie’s Choice.”
In Guyana back in 1986, an immigration officer broke the terrible news. After a three-year wait, my mother, Bassodai Gouveia, arrived at the US embassy in Georgetown to pick up visas for our family of nine to go live in America.
“Mrs. Gouveia, we can’t give you the visas,” he told my mom. “You have a sick child. If you brought her to the United States, it would be a huge government expense. And you can’t abandon her.”
When immigrants apply to come to America, they have to go through a complete physical. My sister, Vera, 9, had cerebral palsy. She couldn’t walk or talk and was mostly bed-bound. But she smiled and laughed. When I got a spanking for misbehaving, I would hug Vera, who was 17 months older than me, for comfort.
My mother walked away from the immigration officer, dejected, then suddenly turned around and went back: “Sir, I have an aunt who can take care of my child while we’re in America,” she told him, fibbing. (She actually had a friend who would look after Vera.)
It tore my mother apart, but she had to make a decision to leave Vera behind — or start the application process all over again. She had to sacrifice Vera to save the American dream for the rest of us — me and five kids from her previous marriage along with my father.
When we came to America, we lived in a basement apartment in the South Bronx. Mom and Dad had to hustle and get jobs. There was no time to relax. Dad, a customs official in Guyana, became a janitor. Mom, who had left school when her father died at age 9 to sell fruit, cleaned houses.
Neil Gouveia came to America in 1986 with parents Augustine and Bassodai Gouveia, who were forced to leave his ailing baby sister, Vera (pictured), behind.
One day, a woman whose house she was cleaning saw her crying and asked what was wrong. My mom explained that she had to leave her daughter in Guyana. It so happened that the woman was the principal of a special-needs school. “I’m going to help you.” she promised.
The principal and my mother pleaded with local politicians to petition on her behalf. About six months later, she had a letter granting permission for Vera to enter the US. My mom went back to South America and brought her to New York.
About a month later, Vera came down with pneumonia and died. We were heartbroken, but my mom still felt vindicated. One of her greatest satisfactions in life is knowing that she never gave up on her daughter.
I learned a lot about American culture and traditions from watching sit-coms: “Three’s Company,” “Diff’rent Strokes,” “All in the Family,” “The Jeffersons.” I went to some of the worst elementary and middle schools in the South Bronx but won a scholarship to Monsignor Scanlan High School and escaped a cycle of sub par [sic] education. It gave me the discipline I was not exposed to in the public school system. I earned a bachelor’s degree in communications from St. John’s University in Queens and a master’s degree in education from Baruch College.
Those experiences shaped my “conservative” views on immigration. It took five years after we arrived in the US before we could apply for citizenship. While I was exempt because of my age, 13, mom and dad had to prepare for a naturalization test on American history and government. Mom was the nervous one — she did not have a formal education and the thought of taking an exam terrified her. She and my dad studied for hours to answer the 100 questions that could seal their fate.
On test day, an immigration officer asked 10 questions, and my parents had to answer at least six correctly. Dad passed easily, but mom barely made it. At the official ceremony, I stood with my parents, bursting with pride, as they took the citizenship oath and pledged allegiance to the US flag. At that moment, I, too, became an American citizen. If under age 18, the children of a naturalized parent are automatically granted the same status.
I remained defiant because my parents’ journey here was not easy, and I could not betray the country that has done so much for me Today, if someone hops the US border and gives birth to a child, that child gets the exact same benefit that took my parents eight years to achieve. They waited their turn, but babies born to illegal immigrants in the US automatically become citizens. That’s a huge flaw in our immigration system.
What President Trump is pitching is already practiced in Australia and Canada. They’re very selective about who they admit. I also think it’s legitimate to separate children, initially, to verify whom they really belong to. If these people don’t have documents to prove the children belong to them, border agents have to act in their best interest. Human and child trafficking is a huge problem.
Before the 2016 presidential campaign, I didn’t fully understand how the left and right operated. I was always fed the narrative that since I was a person of color — my mother of Indian descent, my father Portuguese — an immigrant and gay that I had to follow a script: Support the Democratic Party and liberal values; conservatives were the boogeyman. After Trump won the election, my friends instantly wanted him to fail as a leader. I would explain that if he failed, we failed. This point of view was met with heavy backlash and a barrage of insults. Anyone who showed any type of support toward Trump was deemed the enemy.
People accused me of turning my back on minorities and their struggle. I remained defiant because my parents’ journey here was not easy, and I could not betray the country that has done so much for me.
But speaking my mind became isolating. People with whom I had shared many amazing years of friendship allowed politics to divide us. Dozens of my liberal friends stopped talking to me or unfriended [sic] me on social media. I tried to suppress my political views when meeting new people. I was passive and bit my tongue on many occasions. I wasn’t being true to myself. I felt like I was in the closet all over again.
Amid the backlash, however, I did meet people who looked past politics and not only accepted me but admired that I dared to be different in liberal-dominated NYC. One of those people is my partner, Dan. Although he does not agree with many of my views, he respects them.
I’m fortunate to be a US citizen because I’m able to live a quality life and enjoy the benefits this country has to offer. I find it disheartening when people gripe about being oppressed in America, especially other immigrants. I firmly believe that living in America is a privilege. This country is truly the land of opportunities.
Neil Gouveia, 39, lives in Washington Heights and works as a higher-education fund-raiser.
As the ice floes break up, the rivers run again and birds return to nest it’s that time of year to take stock of a mentally challenged portion of the population who call themselves progressives of liberals.
Once again they are poking their finger in the eye of reality, sanity, logic and human endeavor.
One of my US senators here in the Peoples Socialist Republic of My Great State has proposed that every resident be guaranteed by the government a yearly stipend of $75K.
After discussing this with friends, relatives and colleagues and analyzing what we have to do to make what we make, the general consensus is to close up shop and go on the dole.
Indigence and poverty 1- Productivity and prosperity 0
My newly elected county executive has banned gun shows at county owned venues and is in the process of declaring this a Sanctuary County.
Illegal aliens 1- Law abiding American citizens 0
Every social ill or deficiency has been made worse for the last 50+ years by “progressive” mindset and policy.
Fifty years ago when we were such a racist society black out-of-wedlock births were 20% now it’s 80%.
Their answer to everything is to lower the bar and spend money to hire more bureaucrats to oversee the process.
Fifty years ago, with less restrictive gun laws how many mass shootings were there?
Of course the answer is more gun laws.
Why should they consider that violence is a symptom of a systemic disease? Why treat the pathology when you can treat the symptoms?
Lower the bar when it comes to accountability and responsibility, morality and respect, knowledge and merit and see what happens.
Don’t bother addressing illegal access to guns just pass more restrictions. Keep making America the enemy and see what happens.
The next time some libtard mouths off use their own tactics.
Tell them they are invading your safe space, you feel threatened by their microaggression and then say;
I had no intention of watching the SOTU address last night.
For years they have been a laundry list of lies, half-truths, promises never intended to be kept, long on unmemorable clichés and short on substance.
The spectacle of one side of the room erupting in euphoric standing ovations at the end of every sentence while the other side sits in stony silence no matter what is said never fails to strike me as pathetic.
Like I said, I never watch the State of the Union but my wife wanted to hear what the president has to say about her new American heroes, the “dreamer children”.
I think she picked up a brain virus from the yentas on Facebook.
I’m glad I listened to her as the experience was most enlightening.
At the very least it was refreshing not to hear what a horrible country the USA is and how wicked its inhabitants are unless they are indigent, recently arrived and have a dark complexion.
On a slightly deeper level it was a masterful performance of flourishing rhetoric, maintaining an engaging delivery and never bogging down in any one particular subject matter.
But the true genius of it, and its iconic stature lies in how it has ripped the veil from those who call themselves Democrats.
The visual spectacle of their reactions to the spoken word clearly demonstrated to the world what the Democrats stand for and what they are against.
In no particular order they are for;
Penury Crime Drug addiction Illegal immigration Hatred Polarization Disease Unemployment
Likewise, they are against;
Mom Apple pie America God Decency Family Unity
Today someone referred to themselves as a Rockefeller Republican.
I said that’s nice, he’s dead for forty-two years. I’m a Trump Republican.
The average American is likelier than Europeans to defend Jews, experts say
By RON KAMPEAS/JTA
January 23, 2018 15:09
On Friday, the World Zionist Organization released a survey comparing perceptions of antisemitism; 51 percent of respondents in Europe said wearing Jewish symbols in public made them feel unsafe.
It’s better here: That was the message of a panel of experts considering the rise of the extreme right and of antisemitism in the United States and Europe.
That was the good news at Monday’s forum, sponsored by Georgetown University’s Center for Jewish Civilization. The less good news was that no one could quite pin down why Americans were more resistant to antisemitism than Europeans. >>More
Last night at bible class we were studying Joseph.
Joseph was the favorite of Jacob’s twelve sons.
Jacob gave him a “coat of many colors” which angered his brothers.
Joseph further angered his brothers by relating two dreams he had.
In the first dream, all the sons were cutting wheat and the brothers’ sheaths encircled and bowed down to Joseph’s sheath.
In the second one, Joseph describes how the sun, moon and eleven stars all bowed down to him.
At this point in the class, the guy sitting next to me around the table, a vocal supporter of Democrat Party platforms, said,
“I think Trump has that dream.”
I said,” Trump doesn’t have to dream it, it’s already happening.”
We then went on to read one of the bible commentators who said the first dream is about material prosperity and wealth, whereas the second is about spirituality and moral greatness. Rather than the two being contradictions, Joseph was the synthesis of them both. He dreamed of prosperity and a world cleansed of evil.
Almost sounds like a well-known New York real estate developer.