As I mentioned above, I'm not denying that we males have our own weirdness about us. I agree entirely that males are as a general rule conditioned toward violence against other males, which I don't think is a good thing. But the difference in this regard is that we are conditioned toward violence against males who are not ON OUR TEAM. Women, on the other hand, have a difficulty creating a team at all. I'm not just speaking in context of sports or battle, but in every day life it seems that males have a need to create a kind of team.Myoho-Nameless wrote:
I am glad you feel a sense of brotherhood. See I differ actually, I think a lot of what passes for male brotherhood is not the deep meaningful bond that has been available to us before we all became so d%mn insecure and...I can only say "homophobic". you only see this in situation where we must kill our brothers in Y chromosome.
I've posted above that I am only slightly less muscular than "The Rock." The way I got this way is because I am ultimately shy, quiet, and introverted -- which is the same reason I'm interested in Buddhism. Weightlifting and martial arts are activities that in my opinion are ultimately introverted, and most males that I know who take part in these activities are actually like me: quiet, shy, and introverted.
And yet every time I enter a room, if there are males present, I am keenly aware that a subtle pecking order is established -- one which I ultimately think is absolutely needless. (This happens when I go into the library, for example.) And I have come to regrettably accept that, due to my size, most of the males in the room, unless there is a professional football player there, which is rare, want to put me at the top of this subtle pecking order.
Why is a pecking order even necessary? All I wanted to do was read a book at the library. And the only reason I ended up almost as muscular as "The Rock," is because weightlifting is ultimately an introverted activity, like reading.
So, I'm not idealizing males and vilifying females. We're both weird and our own way. (When I walk into the library I sometimes get dirty looks from young males, and I've learned that the game I have to play is to give the dirty look right back, to which the other male ultimately defers -- because I'm the bigger guy. It all boils down to the younger male ultimately just wanting me to notice him, establish his place within the pecking order, and probably -- on some subconscious level -- make it clear that if any trouble ensued, I could protect him. But, man, all I wanted to do was sit down and read a book…. We're in the friggin library, for God's sake, not on some battlefield.)