1. gunmetalskies:

    This song has two obvious reasons if you’re either female… Or a unicorn, lol.

    But for me it’s different…

    As a boy you’re indoctrinated with expectations of what you’ll be expected to be as you grow older.
    You must be this thing without flinching, you must not shed a tear, you must meet all hardships with your feelings behind an impenetrable armor. 
    You will be the breadwinner, you will be the soldier.
    You may be expected to kill or be killed. You may be expected to be ruthless without surrendering your humanity.
    You will be expected to slide into death without ever having shown a single weakness.
    Because of this, Above all, you will be alone, a world unto and in yourself.
    Your friends will see an image. Your loves ones will see an image. Your lovers will see an image.
    They will never see you.

    This was all something I had a full comprehension of at the age of 8. Which is why this song has stuck with me.

    That’s what this song has always represented for me.
    That charade that all men partake in, at least to some extent. But we’re never free of it.
    That mask that society makes us wear. And the underlying masks that such expectations create in us. Layers of dishonesty that, if we’re lucky, we’ll learn to circumvent before we’re old.

    But this generation has it’s feet planted firmly on man’s road.

    Horizon rising up to meet the purple dawn

    Dust demon screaming, bring an eagle to lead me on

    For in my heart I carry such a heavy load

    Here I am on Man’s road, walking Man’s road, walking Man’s road

    I’m hungry, weary, but I cannot lay me down

    The rain comes, dreary, but there’s no shelter I have found

    It will be a long time till I find my abode

    Here I am on Man’s road, walking Man’s road

    Moon rising, disguising lonely streets in gay displays

    The stars fade, the night shade falls and makes the world afraid

    It waits in silence for the sky to explode

    Here I am on Man’s road, walking Man’s road, walking Man’s road

    Walking Man’s road, walking Man’s road, walking Man’s road …

     
  2. Socially speaking, there is an image of how men and women should be, but I think that we should look at men and women in a more detailed, delicate way, more than the way society decides how men and women should be, and I think that discrepancy appears in comics..

    There are men who are like women, shy…there are men who like cooking or raising children. There are also many women who like to climb mountains and these women are praised from society, but these types of men are said to be weaklings. In truth, human beings have these characteristics. We should be allow them to be free.

     
  3. lgbtlaughs:


In Western culture, the practice of assigning pink to an individual gender began in the 1920s or earlier. An article in the trade publication Earnshaw’s Infants’ Department in June 1918 said: “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.” From then until the 1940s, pink was considered appropriate for boys because being related to red it was the more masculine and decided color, while blue was considered appropriate for girls because it was the more delicate and dainty color, or related to the Virgin Mary. Since the 1940s, the societal norm was inverted; pink became considered appropriate for girls and blue appropriate for boys, a practice that has continued into the 21st century.[…]It has been suggested that females prefer pink because of a preference for reddish things like ripe fruits and healthy faces, but the associated study has been criticized as “bad science”. 

[Wikipedia: Pink]

    lgbtlaughs:

    In Western culture, the practice of assigning pink to an individual gender began in the 1920s or earlier. An article in the trade publication Earnshaw’s Infants’ Department in June 1918 said: “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.” From then until the 1940s, pink was considered appropriate for boys because being related to red it was the more masculine and decided color, while blue was considered appropriate for girls because it was the more delicate and dainty color, or related to the Virgin Mary. Since the 1940s, the societal norm was inverted; pink became considered appropriate for girls and blue appropriate for boys, a practice that has continued into the 21st century.

    […]

    It has been suggested that females prefer pink because of a preference for reddish things like ripe fruits and healthy faces, but the associated study has been criticized as “bad science”. 

    [Wikipedia: Pink]

     
  4. On Writing Realistic Male Characters

    writingadvice:

    By Livia Blackburn

    A while back, I was having some trouble with the male protagonist in my novel. His voice wasn’t coming through as authentic. Since my writing group is all female, I decided to show a scene to my husband J for feedback. I gave him the basic background information, then waited while he flipped through a few pages.

    “Okay,” he said after a quick read. “Let me get this straight. So Tristam and Jack are 17 year old squires?”

    “Yep.”

    “And Jack falls off his horse.”

    “That’s right.” So far so good.

    “Are they friends?”

    “Yes, they’re very good friends.”

    J jabbed his finger at my draft. “Then why isn’t Tristam laughing?”

    I blinked. “What?”

    “He should be laughing his head off! You know how mean 17-year-old boys are to each other?”

    “But falling off a horse is serious! Wouldn’t Tristam be worried about Jack being hurt?”

    J gave me a longsuffering look. “If Jack’s breathing, and conscious, Tristam should be laughing.” I started to argue, but J had already moved on. 

    “And this passage here,” He pointed to another line. I peered over his shoulder to get a better look:

    “You fell off your horse?” Asked Tristam. The question came out more incredulously than intended and Tristam wondered whether Jack would be offended or pleased at his tone.

    J raised his eyebrows.” You have a dude, thinking about what another dude is feeling? About the tone of his voice???”

    Okay, maybe I could concede that one.

    But I still wasn’t ready to believe that guys would just sit around and laugh when their friends got injured. Over the next few days, we asked all our guy friends what they would do in that scenario. And surprise, surprise, they mostly agreed with J. 

    So I went back and made Tristam just a little bit meaner, although I made him feel guilty about it. I still secretly believed that men were good people at heart. Maybe they’d laugh about minor, non-life-threatening injuries, but surely if their friends were in real pain, they would be supportive.

    A few weeks later, we had dinner with another friend K, a nice young man from Nigeria. For some reason, K was telling us about a friend who’d lost his girlfriend to another guy. The heartbroken friend had been devastated, staying in bed for days and refusing to eat or drink. K spent several weeks comforting him and coaxing him out of his misery.

    This rare example of male solidarity intrigued me, and I wanted more details. “How did you comfort him?” I asked.

    “Oh,” said K with a big grin, “I just laughed at him. He’d be laying there in bed, and I just laughed and told him how ridiculous he was being.”

    And at that point, I decided not to write any more books from a male POV. I don’t understand men, and perhaps never will.

    (source)

    Men: All the same, all immature assholes. Nope, nothing wrong with this method of characterization at all. Further, all teenage girls are emotionally manipulative harpies. Always remember that stereotypes are more important and more interesting.