In our culture today, few talk about the nobility of men. We’re much more likely to hear about how they are abusers, users, creeps, cowards, oppressors, buffoons, women-haters, skirt-chasers, wussies, and so on.
Images in the popular media portray men as simple stereotypes: The clueless and useless man the wife rolls her eyes at and pats on the head. The macho player cad who leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake. The ruthless misogynistic jerk. The bitter, angry man. And yes, there are these men. But I would argue they are the few, not the many.
The more I study men in various places around the manosphere, the more I see another side: a true and steady nobility. While men don’t go on and on about their feelings and thoughts as openly as women do, when they do share their inner thoughts they often reveal still water that runs deep.
Another thing I see is that many men today are hurting, deeply. They wonder why their marriages aren’t working. They want nothing more than to find a girlfriend. They mourn the loss of children they are denied access to by court order. They are afraid to be accused of sexual harassment for looking the wrong way. They are afraid to approach a woman to talk to her and to be mistaken for a pervert. They can find a girl to sleep with but not one who will give him her heart. Their concerns are marginalized, their voices unheard. They are hobbled to the post by assumptions that they are the cause of all the world’s (and women’s) problems. And if they dare complain or speak up, they are accused of male privilege (or worse).
But the truth is, most men are simply wonderful. They are achingly handsome. They are intelligent. They are strong. They are brave. They are loyal. They are kind. They are helpful. They are virtuous. They are hard working. They are honorable. They are tough. They are heroic. They are sexy. And some might say, they love deeper and truer than women do.
So while it’s been a long time since we’ve needed them to slay actual dragons, they are out there doing it in big and little ways for their maidens each and every day. And I, for one, adore them for it.
And here’s a little secret you may not hear so much anymore in a post-feminist world: Men aren’t our enemy. They want to be our allies. It’s ok to love men, to respect them, to honor them, to swoon over them. They like it. It won’t make you less of a woman. And it doesn’t happen nearly as much as it should.