The Masculinity Scorecard

March 11, 2013
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Growing up, even into my teenage years, friends and family often described me as a “sweet boy.”  Whether from my grandmother or from a girl in my class, the mantra, “Davey is kind and gentle” was as commonplace as any other “compliment.”  I am a sensitive and caring soul so the description has always been appropriate.

Yet, for me, it didn’t always feel like a compliment.  What I heard was, “Davey is really sweet and sensitive, unlike the REAL BOYS.”  It was their way of saying that I was different, that I was unlike the other boys—those whom I looked up to, those whom I saw on television, and those whose footsteps I was encouraged to follow.  While the many women in my life — from my mom and sister to my classmates and co-workers (and yes, I cannot recall men offering similar praise) — were surely noting a different inscription of masculinity, I heard something else.  I didn’t feel as if the praise emanated from me offering a different sort of masculinity.  At times it left me wondering if I was not as manly or masculine as the other boys.

I spent my summers teaching nursery school.  I would rather take my sister to the movies than go hang out with friends.  And making dinner for the family (sometimes even quiche) or baking was my favorite pastime.  I was a “mama’s boy” and proud of it.  However, as I got older my insecurity about my manhood became more and more pronounced.  No amount of praise or encouragement counteracted the daily message about the proper ways to be a boy. I was in constant negotiation between the societal messages of how I was supposed to behave as a boy, and my passions, personality and preferences.

By high school, I began feeling as though I wasn’t equal to my male peers.   I felt as if I was at a masculine deficit, at least when I looked at the social manhood scorecard:

Sexual experience

0

Muscles and attractive physique

0

Toughness

0

Lacking a girlfriend, sexual experience, muscles, attractiveness, and toughness, coupled with my enjoyment of all things related to cooking, working with kids, and being sweet, prompted daily questions about my masculinity.   Neither my Dad nor brother, much less my friends, were described with these attributes.  I was different . . . the other.  I didn’t “act like a boy.”  And I didn’t do “boy things.”  Instead, I was sensitive “like a girl.” And I cried “like a girl.” When I got into fights with my brother, I not only lost, but they usually ended with me hiding in my room crying. This was not how a boy—becoming a man—was supposed to act

From my inability to talk to girls to my incompetence in fixing my car (not to mention my lack of interest in cars), I was a walking embodiment of all-things not “masculine.”  It is no wonder that I spent much of my teenage years convincing others, and myself, that irrespective of my sweet disposition, my lack of sexual experience, my muscle and presumed penis deficiencies, and my sensitivity, I was a “real man.”  The public persona would highlight the qualities associated with an authentic masculinity.  My private male self would remain closeted when at school, when playing sports, and when out with my friends.  I recall many a nights where my own insecurity and the lack of visible diversity of alternative forms of masculinity prompted particular masculine performance, especially among male peers.

Often while out with “my boys” on Saturday nights, we would walk up and down various streets in Westwood (Los Angeles) or Santa Monica looking to get into trouble.  Chests puffed out, with the proverbial swag walk, we were the living embodiment of boys just trying to be hard.  On one particular night, I remember standing around when a group of police officers rode up on their bicycles.  Seeing them out of the corner of my eyes, I turned in their direction to make sure they heard me: “What is this, a fucking donut convention?”  In my mind, what could be manlier then screaming obscenities at the police?  Doing so was tough, confrontational, and fearless.  Never mind that my white, middle-class and male privileges allowed for my “boldness” and protected me from most all consequences.  Nothing happened, at least nothing more than my attempt to reaffirm my masculinity.  I was showing others and myself that, irrespective of anything else, I was a “real man.”

My own fetishizing of hip-hop culture and blackness—from the Malcolm X hat and Cross Colours shorts to my sagging overalls and braided hair—reflected my unconscious effort to prove my masculinity.  Stereotypical and media framed visions of Black masculinity were central to my own desire to reset the scorecard.  What could be more masculine than blasting NWA’s “Fuck the Police” or 2Live Crew’s “Me So Horny?” What could be more “masculine” than mimicking Doughboy’s swagger and O-Dog’s “don’t give a fuck attitude?”

The acceptance of media-generated stereotypes and the lack of vision for alternative forms of masculinity, coupled with my own security and ignored privilege, guided these disempowering yet rewarding performances.

This performative manhood guided so many of my teenage years.  I was always looking for fights; although, I never wanted to fight.  I wanted the rewards of proving my manhood without the potential of a bloodied lip or a black eye.  This is why sports were so important to me.  They provided an arena where I could highlight what I thought were the qualities of masculinity: physicality, brutality, and destructiveness.  Whether on the basketball court or on the baseball field, playing lacrosse, rugby, or football, I saw myself as an enforcer. I played with anger and a chip on my shoulder; I was a thug, an ass, and always on the edge.

I knew of no other way to be a man; no other way to prove my masculinity. Yet, as a white middle-class “kid” I was always innocent and presumed to be nonthreatening. Still sweet, even as I looked for fights on and off the court.

My identity as a tough jock didn’t end with the conclusion of the game.  My sense of manhood, based in notions of toughness, physicality, attitude, and force, anchored my entire life.   My refusal to read, my disdain for learning, and my willingness to walk out of class in the midst of a lecture is illustrative of how I envisioned masculinity. Intellectualism (i.e. “being smart” or “being a nerd”) was rarely considered masculine.  As someone who struggled with a learning disability, it is no wonder I embraced bar-jarring hits on the field, and contempt for learning as the basis of my masculinity.

My trash talking, bullying, my voicing and accepting sexist and homophobic jokes were all part of my effort to fit into the cookie-cutter definition of masculinity.  Even my beard, which I have been growing since age 16, was originally part of my quest to fulfill this illusive and constructed ideal.  I was stuck in America’s gendered classroom, refusing to and somewhat incapable of questioning my teacher’s lessons. I was failing. Rather than tearing up the test in the face of my teachers and rather than writing my own curriculum, I went to great lengths to be an honor’s student.  Sure, I wasn’t an honors’ student when it came to sex, physical embodiment,  and toughness.  And yes, I liked to cook, taught nursery school, and was sweet.  But, I was ready and willing to fight, which in my mind made up for my failures in my quest to be a “real man.”

Today, I remain in this classroom.  Yet, I am not stuck in a class described by Rafael Casal as Barbie and Ken 101.  I am working on getting an “F” there. Yet, I am learning.  Feminist teachers are schoolin’ me each and every day.  I am bearded and sensitive; I am sweet and competitive; I am soft and manly; I love to cook and cannot fix my car; I cry and do so often.  I am vulnerable and scared, especially as I write these words.  I don’t know if this makes me more or less of a man…because I don’t know what that means anymore.  And I don’t care.

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44 Responses to The Masculinity Scorecard

  1. Mohani Niza on March 11, 2013 at 8:32 am

    You’re vulnerable and sacred.

  2. Mohani Niza on March 11, 2013 at 8:32 am

    You’re vulnerable and sacred.

  3. Mohani Niza on March 11, 2013 at 8:32 am

    You’re vulnerable and sacred.

  4. Mohani Niza on March 11, 2013 at 8:32 am

    You’re vulnerable and sacred.

  5. aheli moitra on March 11, 2013 at 8:53 am

    Thanks for sharing this brilliant piece out of a “man’s” life. In societies like ours (Indian), the man is under even more pressure, and the account of a Brahmin man in this context would be equally refreshing to hear.
    Great piece, keep them coming!

  6. aheli moitra on March 11, 2013 at 8:53 am

    Thanks for sharing this brilliant piece out of a “man’s” life. In societies like ours (Indian), the man is under even more pressure, and the account of a Brahmin man in this context would be equally refreshing to hear.
    Great piece, keep them coming!

  7. aheli moitra on March 11, 2013 at 8:53 am

    Thanks for sharing this brilliant piece out of a “man’s” life. In societies like ours (Indian), the man is under even more pressure, and the account of a Brahmin man in this context would be equally refreshing to hear.
    Great piece, keep them coming!

  8. aheli moitra on March 11, 2013 at 8:53 am

    Thanks for sharing this brilliant piece out of a “man’s” life. In societies like ours (Indian), the man is under even more pressure, and the account of a Brahmin man in this context would be equally refreshing to hear.
    Great piece, keep them coming!

  9. ann on March 11, 2013 at 10:16 am

    what a great piece. as a mother of a boy, it’s good for me to hear how even the words i choose can challenge or reinforce conceptions of masculinity upheld by culture.

    very brave of you to share. thanks.

  10. ann on March 11, 2013 at 10:16 am

    what a great piece. as a mother of a boy, it’s good for me to hear how even the words i choose can challenge or reinforce conceptions of masculinity upheld by culture.

    very brave of you to share. thanks.

  11. ann on March 11, 2013 at 10:16 am

    what a great piece. as a mother of a boy, it’s good for me to hear how even the words i choose can challenge or reinforce conceptions of masculinity upheld by culture.

    very brave of you to share. thanks.

  12. ann on March 11, 2013 at 10:16 am

    what a great piece. as a mother of a boy, it’s good for me to hear how even the words i choose can challenge or reinforce conceptions of masculinity upheld by culture.

    very brave of you to share. thanks.

  13. Catherine Morrisey on March 11, 2013 at 11:41 am

    Beautiful piece, David.

  14. Catherine Morrisey on March 11, 2013 at 11:41 am

    Beautiful piece, David.

  15. Catherine Morrisey on March 11, 2013 at 11:41 am

    Beautiful piece, David.

  16. Catherine Morrisey on March 11, 2013 at 11:41 am

    Beautiful piece, David.

  17. Edwin Odembo on March 11, 2013 at 1:01 pm

    Very honest of u:
    Being an African could have exasperated your take; given that the community literally kills the feminine u by its out of date masculine expectation.Its unfortunate that everything else has changed except the societal definition of manhood!

  18. Edwin Odembo on March 11, 2013 at 1:01 pm

    Very honest of u:
    Being an African could have exasperated your take; given that the community literally kills the feminine u by its out of date masculine expectation.Its unfortunate that everything else has changed except the societal definition of manhood!

  19. Edwin Odembo on March 11, 2013 at 1:01 pm

    Very honest of u:
    Being an African could have exasperated your take; given that the community literally kills the feminine u by its out of date masculine expectation.Its unfortunate that everything else has changed except the societal definition of manhood!

  20. Edwin Odembo on March 11, 2013 at 1:01 pm

    Very honest of u:
    Being an African could have exasperated your take; given that the community literally kills the feminine u by its out of date masculine expectation.Its unfortunate that everything else has changed except the societal definition of manhood!

  21. Valerie on March 11, 2013 at 1:09 pm

    Diggin’ this one a whole lot DJL!!!

  22. Valerie on March 11, 2013 at 1:09 pm

    Diggin’ this one a whole lot DJL!!!

  23. Valerie on March 11, 2013 at 1:09 pm

    Diggin’ this one a whole lot DJL!!!

  24. Valerie on March 11, 2013 at 1:09 pm

    Diggin’ this one a whole lot DJL!!!

  25. kris on March 11, 2013 at 2:28 pm

    enjoyed reading that. very honest and introspective.

  26. kris on March 11, 2013 at 2:28 pm

    enjoyed reading that. very honest and introspective.

  27. kris on March 11, 2013 at 2:28 pm

    enjoyed reading that. very honest and introspective.

  28. kris on March 11, 2013 at 2:28 pm

    enjoyed reading that. very honest and introspective.

  29. Ira on March 11, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    Excellent commentary, David, and so captures the limitations of the “Man Box” which constrains men from being all they can be. I work with HopeBegins (on FB and as @HopeBeins1 on Twitter)to carry the message that we can and need to do more to not be silent about the problem of violence against women. For where violence ends, HopeBegins.

  30. Ira on March 11, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    Excellent commentary, David, and so captures the limitations of the “Man Box” which constrains men from being all they can be. I work with HopeBegins (on FB and as @HopeBeins1 on Twitter)to carry the message that we can and need to do more to not be silent about the problem of violence against women. For where violence ends, HopeBegins.

  31. Ira on March 11, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    Excellent commentary, David, and so captures the limitations of the “Man Box” which constrains men from being all they can be. I work with HopeBegins (on FB and as @HopeBeins1 on Twitter)to carry the message that we can and need to do more to not be silent about the problem of violence against women. For where violence ends, HopeBegins.

  32. Ira on March 11, 2013 at 4:41 pm

    Excellent commentary, David, and so captures the limitations of the “Man Box” which constrains men from being all they can be. I work with HopeBegins (on FB and as @HopeBeins1 on Twitter)to carry the message that we can and need to do more to not be silent about the problem of violence against women. For where violence ends, HopeBegins.

  33. Shane Thomas on March 11, 2013 at 10:44 pm

    Very good stuff, this. It shows that one’s gender shouldn’t be determining of one’s personality.

    Showing kindness, and eschewing aggression doesn’t make you any less of a man. Or any more of one. It makes you a person, who should never feel unafraid to express the full gamut who you are.

  34. Shane Thomas on March 11, 2013 at 10:44 pm

    Very good stuff, this. It shows that one’s gender shouldn’t be determining of one’s personality.

    Showing kindness, and eschewing aggression doesn’t make you any less of a man. Or any more of one. It makes you a person, who should never feel unafraid to express the full gamut who you are.

  35. Shane Thomas on March 11, 2013 at 10:44 pm

    Very good stuff, this. It shows that one’s gender shouldn’t be determining of one’s personality.

    Showing kindness, and eschewing aggression doesn’t make you any less of a man. Or any more of one. It makes you a person, who should never feel unafraid to express the full gamut who you are.

  36. Shane Thomas on March 11, 2013 at 10:44 pm

    Very good stuff, this. It shows that one’s gender shouldn’t be determining of one’s personality.

    Showing kindness, and eschewing aggression doesn’t make you any less of a man. Or any more of one. It makes you a person, who should never feel unafraid to express the full gamut who you are.

  37. Evan on March 12, 2013 at 12:59 am

    Me too.
    I identify with everything you have written.

  38. Evan on March 12, 2013 at 12:59 am

    Me too.
    I identify with everything you have written.

  39. Evan on March 12, 2013 at 12:59 am

    Me too.
    I identify with everything you have written.

  40. Evan on March 12, 2013 at 12:59 am

    Me too.
    I identify with everything you have written.

  41. Dominik on March 22, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    As ironic it might be, not caring about what others tell you and doing whatever you think is right, is pretty much the essence of being “manly” in my book. No one worth talking to cares if you can’t fix your car or if you like cooking. If you enjoy it, do it! Don’t feel bad about it. Others will come to respect that, as you have seen with by responses here.

  42. Dominik on March 22, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    As ironic it might be, not caring about what others tell you and doing whatever you think is right, is pretty much the essence of being “manly” in my book. No one worth talking to cares if you can’t fix your car or if you like cooking. If you enjoy it, do it! Don’t feel bad about it. Others will come to respect that, as you have seen with by responses here.

  43. Dominik on March 22, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    As ironic it might be, not caring about what others tell you and doing whatever you think is right, is pretty much the essence of being “manly” in my book. No one worth talking to cares if you can’t fix your car or if you like cooking. If you enjoy it, do it! Don’t feel bad about it. Others will come to respect that, as you have seen with by responses here.

  44. Dominik on March 22, 2013 at 6:44 pm

    As ironic it might be, not caring about what others tell you and doing whatever you think is right, is pretty much the essence of being “manly” in my book. No one worth talking to cares if you can’t fix your car or if you like cooking. If you enjoy it, do it! Don’t feel bad about it. Others will come to respect that, as you have seen with by responses here.

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