A crying shame?

Posted by on Oct 8, 2014 in Guyside, men, Uncategorized, work | 0 comments

I recently picked up the telephone to a shocking call. A friend had been terminated at his job, and was calling to let me know not to use his work-issued mobile phone or email address.

It was shocking for a couple of reasons. First, even as I head towards 50, I am still naive enough to think that competent, “good” people are never fired. Second, it was only one of a very few occasions on which I can remember my friend choking up.

We men tend to be far less likely to cry than women. A report from the American Psychiatric Association in February suggests that women cry about five times as much as men.

Some point to hormonal differences in men and women as one reason for this difference in teariness.

And others point to the childhood socialization men receive. There’s a reason that the band 10cc had a big hit with their song “I’m not in love” with its iconic “Big boys don’t cry” spoken line. It resonated. And still does.

 

I’m not much of a crier. I’m more of the occasional leaker. I haven’t had the proverbial “good cry” since my mother’s death earlier this year. I did have one of those after my father died in 2012. But beyond that, I’m more of the person who wipes a tear away, often inspired by a moving performance of a song, than the person who sobs or needs a wad of tissues.

There are a whole bunch of social meanings caught up in the male ability or inability to cry, but it seems to me that ascribing too much meaning to your own experience of emotion is a dangerous path to go down. I don’t believe that a man who never cries is necessarily “cut off” from his emotions, and I don’t believe that a man who cries easily is necessarily “in touch” with them. I think it’s way more complex than that. And the best advice I can give you — like the best advice I give myself — is to acknowledge your emotions as they hit you and, when you can, allow yourself to experience them fully.
This weekend I was at an intimate concert by a band that I love, and the energy in their songs was so infectious it had me totally jazzed. Later that evening, a reminder of the loss of my mom had me almost instantly solemn and thoughtful. Be with whatever emotions you have, but don’t let those emotions control you.
And to give you a taste of the energizing music that I found on Sunday, here are Graydon James and the Young Novelists with “For What It’s Worth.”

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