PSA To All Boys: The Emotionless And 'Manly' Facade Is OUT

PSA To All Boys: The Emotionless And 'Manly' Facade Is OUT

Nobody wants to love a brick.

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Toxic masculinity is a term that's been in the press lately- and for a good reason. Celebrities like John Legend, Jay-Z, and Terry Crews have spoken about toxic masculinity, and how we, as a society, need to change our definition of what a man should be like.

Being a man does not mean suppressing your urge to cry when you're truly sad. Being a man does not mean keeping your emotions hidden and bottled, and only expressing them through physical violence. Being a man does not mean lording your status as the "head of household" and expecting others to fall within a "hierarchy". Being a man does not mean that you are to be incapable of having feelings of vulnerability and empathy.

There is always a time and place for things, of course. In some situations it is simply not appropriate for a person, man or woman, to fully express their emotions. However, in the moments that count, it is all too crucial to be in touch with your empathetic side.

To be a man means to have love and respect for yourself, and the people around you. To be a man is standing up for the causes you believe in that will benefit not only you but your loved ones. To be a man is to understand that everyone has the possibility of being vulnerable, and the possibility that they could have that moment of vulnerability violated. To be a man is to know one's self worth when it comes to personal relationships: know that it is okay to cry when your significant other expresses their love for the first time, and know when you are involved in a potentially abusive relationship (and understand that it makes you no less of a man to reach out for support).

One of the fondest moments in my life is when my wonderful boyfriend of over two years became emotional when I confessed that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. One of the saddest moments in my life was when my father, a staunch believer in the "principles of being a man" said that he was not the type to hug on the day I left for college.

Showing emotion is not always a weakness, and to believe that is to deprive yourself of life's greatest joys. To all the men and boys who are reading this, take control of your own feelings and try to take a moment, once in a while, to reflect on how you handle being stressed, angry, happy, or lonely.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.

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Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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A Goodbye Letter To My Best Friend

You'll always be my puppy.

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Dear Lexie,

I grew up with you, and then I watched you grow old. For 14 years you loved our family and greeted us each morning with your puppy smile. I'll never forget those first few years of life with you.

As you and your playful soul grew, so did my love for you. I have memory upon memory of you romping around on the carpet in our living room, eagerly seeking to engage us in a playful endeavor. Your tail would wag and your tongue would flop as you ran around in circles sharing your unbridled joy with us all. I'd then find one of your many toys and send it careening through air for you to dash across the living room in a tizzy.

As you continued to grow, so did your excitement and optimism for new feats of playfulness. Even in the sweltering heat of July, you would tear across the backyard in search of lost toys and a space to play. You'd run circles non-stop and I could never keep up with you! But as soon as both of us were tired, a nice swim would cool us both down. I would sit on the pool stairs next to you, both of us drenched after a dip, and just listen to you pant away while you still held your puppy smile. You were satisfied with yet another day filled with laughter, play, and companionship.

Even in your youth, you still had your moments of love and calm. I can remember the days when we would all sit as a family watching TV and you would sit quietly at our feet. Then when the time came, you would come and rest your head on the empty seat next to me and give me those big old puppy dog eyes. You always wanted to sit on the couch, and I always eventually caved. A quick two slaps on the seat and you would enthusiastically jump on to comfortably join me.

And the one thing I'll never forget about you Lexie was your insatiable hunger! Scores of cakes and cookies left on the kitchen counter were lost to you over the years. And even after a day of looting, you'd come to us at the kitchen table to rest your head on my leg to beg for more food (and once more I couldn't resist).

As you got on in age, you began to grow a white beard which stood out on your chocolate fur. You were no longer running around as frequently as you once had, but you still had every desire to play. But the one thing that never disappeared was that beautiful puppy smile. And so as I write this goodbye to you on February 2nd of 2019, I want you to know that we all love and miss you. You were a beacon of hope for our family, and you never let your ailments dampen your wonderful spirit. I'll never forget you or the times we had. I know now that you can finally steal all the cookies and cakes you want! While today might have been sad, I will forever remember all the joy you brought to us. Here's to you Lexie, my best friend of 14 years. I hope one day I can see your puppy smile once more.


Love,

Anthony

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