Chasing Folks Feeling Lust and Passion Fast-Driving Club: No Gurlz Allowed
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Acculturated’s Mark Judge may be jerking off here, but I have a feeling his penis remains flaccid and his heart just isn’t into it. Because this is one of the laziest “pussification of American” posts I’ve ever read. I think he just wrote a series of words and didn’t particularly care what order they were in or what message they conveyed, ultimately. It’s just sad word-jizz.
Rubio was caught hanging out in a park after hours, a misdemeanor.
Hanging out in a park? After hours? Literally the most manly, badass thing I’ve ever heard of. GO ON.
The episode was a seemingly small political blip, but it inadvertently points to another problem: We need to stop trying to prevent our boys and men from being boys and men. We need to let them feel passion and lust and adventurousness and act on it. We need to let them get in trouble, drive fast cars, and chase girls. The dark and dangerous part of them—us—that does these things is also the place that can call forth great leadership.
I agree with him here. Washington Post has no business stopping boys from feeling passion and lust and being adventurous. It also has no business stopping them from getting into trouble, driving fast cars and chasing girls. Another thing Washington Post has no business doing is assuming that only boys feel passion, lust, adventurousness and enjoy driving fast cars and chasing folks. It’s almost like Washington Post has these terrifically sexist, anachronistic, exaggeratedly bifurcated ideas about gender that no sane person (or paper) should have.
The Rubio “story” in the Post reveals how our culture has become uncomfortable with male behavior.
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On one hand there are the liberals who seem to celebrate any kind of sexual expression except heterosexual manhood, which they aim to deride and ultimately destroy.
This is true and also why there’s nothing for heterosexual men to masturbate on the internet. Or on Cinemax. Or the Playboy Channel. Or in Hustler. Or Redbook. There’s literally nothing out there that celebrates male sexuality.
Both left and right attempt to do the same thing: stamp out the shadow. The shadow is an idea from Jungian psychology. It represents the subconscious, as well as the darker aspects of our personalities. The shadow can be our lust, violence, depression, and anger. But it is also the seat of creativity.
Today I learned only men are creative.
I’m not talking about illiterate, boorish behavior or crudity and sexism. Men who celebrate pornography or pick fights for no reason are burdened with too much shadow;
Guys, celebrate your totes hetero sexuality…but not too much…not in a porny way!
Yes, in earlier eras we were less healthy, less sensitive, and tolerated some awful behavior. But we were also a stronger and more self-assured people.
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This comment almost deserves its own post. Helmut Monotreme writes:
Mark is right. Of course we should let boys be boys. Testing limits is part of what adolescence is all about. Can we really trust the motivations of someone who has never sinned? Never tested the boundaries of manners of civilization, of sanity itself? Can we really trust the judgement of someone who in their impressionable youth was never irresistibly compelled after reading ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’ to equal or better the drug intake of Hunter S Thompson? Who never acted upon their most outrageous barbaric impulses? Whose coming of age can we call complete if they have never regained consciousness in a moonlit clearing or seedy motel room covered in blood and vomit on a pile of fresh carcasses of uncertain origin? Who among us has never taken a hostage? Never smuggled a ton and a half of black tar heroin over the Arizona border near Nogales on a moonless night? Never engaged the services of a prostitute? Never stabbed a pimp? Never tasted the lifeblood of another human in anger? Is there a man jack of you that can really admit to never giving in to the temptation to build a pile of skulls of their enemies and their families and their women and children and pets and livestock? What kind of pale and bloodless mockery of life is one lived without testing the limits of civilized behavior?