Celebrate the Masculine. It’s the rare film out of Hollywood, these days at least, that can be said to showcase Masculinity positively, much less Boyhood as old-school rough & tumble, no ADHD meds in sight. Not since 1986’s Stand By Me can I recollect a tribute such as I witnessed a few nights ago in 2012’s Mud, with Matthew McConaughey in the title role. It was full of pleasant surprises which I can’t wait to enumerate.
Spoiler Alert and a Warning. There are giveaways in this overview though it primarily discusses Thematic elements rather than the nitty-gritty of plot-points. The “warning” is for movie viewers of the Men’s Rights persuasion: there’s blatant chivalrous behavior (a.k.a. white-knighting or “traditional masculinity”) exhibited within the film by both generations of the movie’s male leads and this is not presented as something to get past, over, or cured of.
Only one negative. Typically I can find several flaws – in anything – but this time I found only one. [PDF of full essay here: Thoroughly Unexpected_Mud] [YouTube version here.]
Dear Huffington Post readers:
This statement appeared on H-P, below the comment box after I left what follows…
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There’s only one reason I can think of for a Man to actually carry a bag. And his reaction would more likely be: Hey dude, how many Glocks does that baby hold?
Every activity/freedom on this list is meant to further blur-the-line between the Male SEX and the Female SEX. (Yes, my little grrl-power friend, I use the word “sex” because you hate it so. p.s. Sex is 99.999% either/or; it’s “preferences/proclivities” that are all over the place.) I suspect such women quote-unquote journalists DESPISE having been born Female (um-m-m Free-for-all Abort-Abort-Abortions?), so want to hurry up the destruction of what they can never be: a Masculine-Male. If she doesn’t SEE any of you Masculine-Males then, like the highchair-confined, Cheerio-dropping toddler she seems to be, both you AND that pesky “O” have disappeared. At least from her reality – and those women like her she directs her articles to.
So quick, gentlemen, do as you’re told: grab some eyeliner, throw on a fancy-hat, some pink yoga pants, open-toed shoes, and git yer hot selfie out there. Oh, and twerk-the-town red.
Thanks go out to Chapin’s Inferno (where I posted this rant first in the comments) for the heads-up on the latest “good word” from the Left.