Why men pushed- and what it says about manlines

I suspect there are plenty of men out there who find what I do, writes Scott Atkinson. We know that fighting is dumb, but we still have the subconscious are looking forward to do it

About a year ago, I was incorporating thoroughfares on the road during an hour-long trek to a job interview when, in my rearview mirror, I discovered a middle paw brandishing strenuously at me. Cutting the other driver off had been my fault, and so where reference is changed paths to zoom up beside me I shifted in my seat to brandish and mouth disease an overstated and lip-readable “I’m sorry”.

I could read his cheeks, too.

” Pull over !” he was screaming. He had also swopped digits, and was now pointing at the shoulder of the superhighway beside me.

This was where we were to fight.

And so I did what you do when you’re a radical guy who schools college writing and writes fibs for a living. I shook my chief and squinted at him like he was a lower, more barbarian life-form, and I represent it. One of three outcomes was possible:

1) He beats me up
2) I beat him up
3) We square off until one of us backs down

In any scenario, the fact that I cut him off doesn’t change, and I’m late for a chance to pick up some freelance make. If my kids is currently in the car, it might have been an opportunity for a good assignment: this is how you ignore an idiot.

All good reasons, and yet there was something else at work: a consuming, spine-level electric humming I like to call The Fear. And with it, my subconscious was calling me out.

” You have never been in a fight ,” it said.

I have never been in a real one, anyway- and by that I mean a streetfight with no patterns , no refs , no squishy skin-deep under our feet. This shouldn’t vex me but at times, I feel like I’ve missed a necessary rite of passage studying to be a man.

I’m not supposed to feel this way. I am a suburban father, a mower of lawns and packer of lunches. I want my son and daughter to grow up feminists, and in an epoch when our presidential candidate openly talked about about the size of his penis, pandering in thinking about the pitfalls of manlines merely increases my shame.


I started hearing Brazilian jiu-jitsu at 17, approximately half a lifetime ago. My ears are now slightly misshapen and I have a small collecting of medallions prevailed after twisting the seams of other guys until they have “tapped out” – that is, signaled they can take no more. I have bounced in three saloons and done the kinds of things one does in that job. I have sparred with MMA fighters, been tossed by wrestlers and pierced by boxers, and as a result have a pretty good theory of what I am and am not capable of.

But then, maybe I don’t. And sometimes, I can’t help it: I want to know what I would be made of.

Modern humankinds, specially liberal ones, are not supposed to feel this mode, and so we event a double pity. The first comes from a small voice late in our caveman brains, the one questioning our maturity if we back down from physical discord. We feelthe second shame immediately after because maturity( and its arbitrary markers) is something we’re not supposed to be worried about any more- certainly not the more base aspects of it, like violence.

” We have a bizarre, weird, culture outlook toward savagery. We want to be above it very badly, and yet we’re absolutely haunted with it ,” John Gottschall told me a few weeks ago on the phone. He’s the author of The Professor in the Cage: Why Men Fight and Why We Like to Watch and once I started reading his journal, I couldn’t stop. When I emailed him to tell him about my secret pity, he wrote back:” Wow. We are apparently the same guy .”

So “were in”.

Now a prof with distinction, when Gottschall started the research for his work, he was in his 10 th time of adjuncting and appearing generally nasty about a lot of things. Across the street from its term of office was a mixed martial art gym, which he joined, starting a two-year expedition into work writing while preparing for his one and only MMA fight: his chance to finally see if anything fundamental would ever change for him after gratifying in violence.

My interview with Gottschall was supposed to be serious, but it quickly was transformed into a cathartic care period. The most serious question I requested might have been,” What the hell is wrong with me ?”

If there was anything I took away from our talk, it was that I wasn’t alone- and not only because Gottschall and I had so much in common. In his journal, he details how” a diverse display of species- from beetles to birds to produces to mantis shrimp” all share strikingly similar “dueling” behaviors. In other texts, for every two people you’ve seen at the bar gulping their chests at one another before returning to their tables to tell their onlookers what they would have done if, “theres” species all over countries around the world doing the same event( I only wish we could ask the beetle how it felt after it backed down ).

If you believe some strands of evolutionary psychology, there are lots of reasons we’ve progressed this acces. Fornication is supposed to be a big part of it: the lingering notion that a strong man capable of triumphing a fight is often seen as more desirable.

Maybe, but in my own dwelling and others, evolution seems to have moved on. My partner is always more impressed with me when she comes home to our favorite beef stew made from scratch( I like to cook ), or when I merrily go to the theater( I was raised by musicians) than when I tell her storeys from the jiu-jitsu gym.

Growing up, a strict form of manliness was never instilled in me, either. My family owns a building fellowship, but I never heard my father or my uncles ever talk about fighting when we were on a profession website, and they seemed to have rulings about those who would( idiots ). My dad didn’t go to the bar after duty, didn’t engage in tough-guy talk, and in the few moments I experienced him “re going to have to” digest his floor he ever did it in accordance with the rules that I now do: with messages.

I was luck to have a daddy who would come home some eras in coveralls, take a shower, and leave in a tuxedo, trumpet subject in hand, to play a gig with the symphony. In retrospect, it’s probably from him that I learned the lesson that has driven much of “peoples lives”: that it’s always possible to remain calm, and calm means you’re in control.

Tribalism is another reason Gottschall quotes- the need to protect your dimension, people and dignity. It’s also another area where I impressed out. Even in high school, I could never muster the necessary institution character to work on the homecoming floats. Didn’t my classmates is quite clear that had they been born even five miles away they’d be at another academy, claiming to dislike the very people they were now with, based on arbitrary boundary lines attracted by others?( I wasn’t much fun at parties .)

But for my buddy Mark, it was all about honour. We lately went to a local hockey competition at a rink where we’d both played growing up. Back then, Mark was the team boxer. He pointed to the far angle of the rink and told me that was where he’d get in his biggest oppose- not biggest in terms of blood spilled( although there was that) but the one where he’d had to fight the toughest guy on the competitive school’s crew. His reputation, which he’d earned through his combats, was on the line.

” I never prayed developing a honour ,” he told me.” But once I had one, I grasp to it desperately. You simply don’t shun it. It’s like a golden cape. It’s a dominance, whether falsely created or not .”

I must not have wanted one mischievously enough. I played hockey too, and once I nearly get in a fight by pushing a person in the back when he turned away from me. I do be kept in mind that I wasn’t really mad when I did it, either. Instead, it felt like I should have been mad. And so, with the same kind of interest with which someone might take their first puff of a cigarette at that age, I jostle him, and the refs stepped in.

Later, in the car, I remember my mom asking me what that had been all about before telling me that she understood, that it was so hard sometimes to walk away.

But the thing was, it hadn’t been hard, and so the only lesson I could draw from it was that my momma, elementary music coach, singer, and master of hugs, had more battle in her than me.


When I told my wife I was writing about this, I was flustered- not because I’d never opposed, but be recognised that I sometimes thought about it. We were in the kitchen, and she leaned across the island bar and said she had no doubt that I would engage if I needed to. No suspense, she reiterated. And there it was, my golden cape.

She had no doubt, but I still do. I announced one of my first jiu-jitsu coaches, Matt Thornton, to help me figure out why. When he’s not schooling, he’s traveling the world, schooling and teaching about martial arts and savagery. He’s also been at work on a notebook that explores what he announces” a health relation with savagery “.

So I asked him what that meant.

” Just like with procreation and sex, if you talk to someone who doesn’t have a healthy relationship with the topic, they’re going to end up on one of two extremes ,” he said.” They shift it into a fetish where it’s something they’re attracted to in an unhealthy behavior, or they can demonize or repress it … My argument would be that neither of those is healthy .”

What is healthy, he said, is accepting it.

We talked about why someone like me would think about these stuffs, but( this is how Matt learns) he put the question back to me.

” Why wouldn’t you think about that ?” he asked me.” I absolutely get it, that’s the cultural criterion you’re teach, but why wouldn’t you think about that ?”

Matt argues that we’ve derived this direction. We still carry around DNA of our more murderous ancestors, he says, and it’s instilled in us a natural tendency toward violence. He’s not the only one to realise that controversy: evolutionary psychology rods a lot of our worst demeanors on more barbaric ancestors. But the results of this analysis- the entire environment of studies, certainly- has also been harshly criticized as a cop-out for those behaviors.

The thing is, whether it’s from ancestors or not, violence is in me. It’s in a lot of us. And what matters, Matt said- and this is what lodge with me- is how we choose to deal with it.

It’s about the kind of pictures we choose to be.


The man in the car followed me for about 15 miles the working day, past abundance of departs. Genuinely, he gave me plenty of opportunities if contending was what I craved, but I guided them all until his vehicle finally slowed down and disappeared in my rearview mirror.

I knew I acquired the right choice, but I still campaigned him in the thousands of imaginary engagements in my psyche subsequentlies- equal places heroic and pathetic.

Watch with me. Watch as he hurls a right cross that I am, due to all my years of training, able to decline as I remove my center of gravity to set up the double-leg takedown, filming my shoulder into his waist and driving him to the soil. Perhaps I’ll finish with fists, or maybe jiu-jitsu, taking his arms between my legs and wrenching until I listen the gristly pop of a hyperextended elbow.

Can you read him?

Can you meet me, triumphant?

I’ve seen it too, but it doesn’t last long. It’s immediately replaced by embarrassment and I action myself to think of interesting thing. Acts that are important: my kids’ education, the lawnmower that needs its oil changed, my wife’s birthday- or the interview that I will soon going to see, and subdue, before I stimulate the long tour dwelling and tell my partner of my success.

I is likely to be keep telling her the story of an moronic I ascertained on the road who wanted to fight me, and her eyes will enlarge at the barbarity that still exists in this world before we move on to other topics. And beneath all our talk, somewhere deep in a home I’m not proud of, I’m still back there on the road leading, chin down, fists up, itching for a fight I know I’ll never choice.

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