I participated in a thread about male-female communication at one of the community sites I frequent, and have continued thinking about it offline. It kind of bleeds into my ever-evolving thoughts on masculinity, and since I haven’t done much thoughtcrime lately, I figured I’d flesh it out a bit here. One of the commenters is something of an anthropologist, so her thoughts usually get me thinking in that mode. Much of what was said had a Men are from Mars tone to it, but the point was made that this paradigm is facile and in reality we’re all individuals [except that guy] and our communicatory ambiguities are unique as well.
I think this is a useful and true statement in an objective sense, but doesn’t do much in actual application. That’s where the Men are from Mars paradigm rules. I tried to flesh out my thoughts, quoting myself:
What I’ve noticed … through the associations I’ve had with girlfriends and girl friends is that women have a certain way of talking about their feelings that men don’t have. I’ve seen several instances in this thread of people saying men don’t have feelings, which is wrong. For me, I don’t talk about my feelings unless someone asks. I don’t interpret lack of asking as non-interest in my feelings; I think that women are used to talking about such things without the need to be asked. What I’m getting at is that there might be an expectation on each of your parts that the other will behave in the way that they’re used to.
I agree with [the idea that each communicatory act is unique] in concept, but I don’t think it is actualized very often, because emotions necessarily prevent an objective examination of the mechanism in which they are communicated. They aren’t reasonable.
Of course, this is how I deal with my emotions, for the most part. I don’t communicate them [unless asked] but objectify them and deal with them rationally. So, when someone does ask about them, I sense incipient boredom right off the bat because I’ve got them controlled and analyzed to such a point that I don’t talk about them in a way that has been interesting to the female friends I’ve had.
Communicating emotions with my male friends is much different. No one asks, because most of the time there is no need to. The correct type of space is automatically defined and given. The male emotional empathy is so strong. The most outreach I ever give or have been given usually consist of “Are you alright, man?” “Okay, if you need to talk, I’m around.” This is kind of sad to me since the definition of “American Male” is so simultaneously rigid and nebulous; emotionally dangerous, that any wavering from the macho bravado is “gay.”
That is all probably over-simplified, Men are from Mars crap, but like I said before, so many people buy into that paradigm that it has some utility.
So what interests me here is my rather quick statement about the rigidity and nebulousness of “American Male”, something that has been simmering on a back-burner since the disappointment that was US Guys. Basically, what I meant by that statement is that, men have a definite list of attributes which are given to us through cultural inculcation and expectation to follow. Such as not being emotional in a certain way. The nebulousness rolls in two separate ways. The fact that the list of American Male attributes is so long that it might as well be infinite, and the fact that there are no assembly instructions. It is like having all the ingredients for an apple pie, and a picture of an apple pie, and being told to make one. That, I think is the fundamental problem with being male. The entire construct is arranged in such a way that there is little to no support network, each must figure it out for themselves. They system is so arranged that attempts to create a deeper, more meaningful support network [from a feminine standpoint] are immediately and extremely awkward for all male parties involved.
That’s where we end up with throwaway comments like “that’s gay”. Any male behavior that deviates from the norm in such a way as to challenge it is “gay”. So, at least for my generation, there is no room for homosexuals in the societal construction called American Male. I’m sure this will change, and I hope that as it does, the rigidity and nebulousness will reduce to something at once a bit more codified and broad-minded than the yeehaw toe-the-line emotional treasure hunt that men have been rough-painted as.
There might be something similar for women, but I’m not qualified to speak on that subject.