While I was in Cleveland over the weekend, I read in the Plain Dealer a two-part series by the photographer who took the picture of
The Marlboro Marine. I remember the photo. It is iconic, speaking of the weariness of war. It was an L.A. Times story, so I imagine it probably appeared all over.
I don't have time to unpack all of my thoughts about the story right now, but I was thinking of it as I flipped through my RSS reader this morning, unwinding a little bit during my classes. One of my favorite blogs recently has been Masculinity and its Discontents over at the Valley Advocate website. This morning, I read
Dan's post responding to a blog item from a self-identified "real man" called
"The Pussification of the Western Male." Dan and Jamie use MAID as a forum for what it means to be a man in this post-feminist society. So, it's not surprising that Dan would not see eye to eye with what could be characterized as an anti-feminist rant. But he doesn't really take a sustained look at the essay, but rather gives it a "there they go again" roll of his eyes.
Anyway, this is just to say that I've been thinking about what it means to be a man lately because I am contemplating what it will be like to be a father. (To be continued, I'm sure.)