The confused male
In the world of show cases and clebrities there are as many confused males as there are females. If you hold this guy up against some ball swinging singer, he is no more and no less confused about what his role is in society, is meant to be, or should be.
I feel truly sorry for those people reading the confession of Billy Bragg, believing that men are the lost souls of earth that cannot define themselves, understand themselves or what is happening around them, and should accept that they are contemptible and wrong because they in any way reject what confronts them.
Of course the elephant in the room here is feminism. Women have already begun their journey across the landscape of gender and, persevering against great odds, they have made significant progress over the past century.
‘The elephant in the room’? pssst – he just called feminism an elephant.
At least he got that right.
‘The elephant in the room’? or the white elphant wallowing in self interest.
‘The elephant in the room’? or the contrary pink elephant destroying room after room as the wallpaper is wrong.
‘The elephant in the room’? Well, yes it is, but this fellow can’t tell what colour it is, let alone whether it’s a circus animal or a lost animal.
We don’t need these sort of apologists leading some redefinition of men, blissfully acknowledging the failing cause of feminism, offering up centuries of progress to selfish abandone, and shouting acolades to the blossoming pitiful piture that is the canvas of modern woman.
Have a read, but have a bucket handy.