Why men engaged- and what it says about manlines

I doubt there are plenty of men out there who feel what I do, writes Scott Atkinson. We know that fighting is stupid, but we still have the instinctive expressed willingness to do it

About a year ago, I was incorporating corridors on the highway during an hour-long trek to a job interview when, in my rearview reflect, I attended a middle thumb rippling strenuously at me. Cutting the other driver off had been my fault, and so where reference is changed thoroughfares to zoom up beside me I turned in my sit to wave and mouth an overdone and lip-readable “I’m sorry”.

I could read his cheeks, too.

” Pull over !” he was shouting. He had also swopped paws, and was now pointing at the shoulder of the freeway beside me.

This was where we were to fight.

And so I did what you do when you’re a radical guy who educates college writing and writes storeys for a living. I totter my manager and squinted at him like he was a lower, more barbarian life-form, and I signify it. One of three sequels 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 facts of the case that I cut him off doesn’t change, and I’m late for the opportunity to pick up some freelance study. If my kids is currently in the car, it might have been an opportunity for a good exercise: this is how you neglect an idiot.

All good reasons, and hitherto 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, regardless- and by that I symbolize a streetfight with no governs , no refs , no squishy face under our hoofs. 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 practice. I am a suburban father, a mower of lawns and packer of lunches. I require my son and daughter to grow up feminists, and in an age when our presidential campaigner openly talked about about the size of his penis, revelling in “re thinking of” the drawbacks of masculinity only increases my shame.


I started learning Brazilian jiu-jitsu at 17, about half a lifetime ago. My ears are now somewhat misshapen and I have a small collecting of medals prevailed after twisting the joints of other humanities until they have “tapped out”- that is, signaled they can take no more. I have bounced in three bars and done the kinds of things one does in that job. I have sparred with MMA fighters, been tossed by wrestlers and punched by boxers, and as a result have a pretty good notion 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 servicemen, especially radical ones, are not supposed to feel this way, and so we suffer a double shame. The first comes from a small voice late in our caveman brains, the one questioning our manhood if we back down from physical struggle. We feelthe second shame following the end of because manhood( 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 strange, spooky, cultural stance toward brutality. We want to be above it very badly, and yet we’re absolutely obsessed with it ,” John Gottschall told me a few weeks ago on the phone. He’s the author of The Professor in the Enclosure: Why Men Fight and Why We Like to Watch and once I started speaking his work, I couldn’t stop. When I emailed him to tell him about my secret disgrace, he wrote back:” Wow. We are apparently the same guy .”

So “wed been”.

Now a prof with separation, when Gottschall started the research for his volume, he was in his 10 th year of adjuncting and feeling generally nasty about a lot of things. Across the street from his office was a mixed martial arts gym, which he joined, starting a two-year travel into work writing while preparing for his one and only MMA fight: his chance to finally see if anything fundamental “wouldve been” change for him after gratifying in violence.

My interview with Gottschall was supposed to be serious, but it quickly turned into a cathartic care period. The most serious question I expected might perhaps be,” 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 just because Gottschall and I had so much better in common. In his work, he details how” a diverse array of species- from beetles to birds to produces to mantis shrimp” all share strikingly similar “dueling” behaviors. In other words, for every two people you’ve seen at the bar puffing their chests at one another before returning to their tables to tell their onlookers what they would have done if, the committee is species all over the planet doing the same thing( I only bid “weve been able” ask the beetle how it felt after it backed down ).

If you believe some filaments of evolutionary psychology, there are lots of reasons we’ve advanced this mode. Sex is supposed to be a big one of the purposes of it: the loitering notion that a strong man had been able to winning a fight is often seen as more desirable.

Maybe, but in my own home and others, evolution seems to have moved on. My bride 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 blithely go to the theater( I was raised by musicians) than when I tell her legends from the jiu-jitsu gym.

Growing up, a strict version of manliness was never instilled in me, either. My family owns a construction busines, but I never heard my dad or my uncles ever talk about fighting when we were on a responsibility site, and they seemed to have sentiments about those who would( idiots ). My dad didn’t go to the bar after project, didn’t engage in tough-guy talk, and in the few moments I verified him have to stand his soil he always did it in accordance with the rules that I now do: with texts.

I was lucky to have a daddy who would come home some days in coveralls, take a shower, and leave in a tuxedo, trumpet lawsuit in hand, to play a gig with the concert. In retrospect, it’s probably from him that I learned the lesson that has driven much of my life: 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 property, beings and dignity. It’s also another area where I struck out. Even in high school, I could never muster the necessary school feeling to work on the homecoming moves. Didn’t my classmates been said that had they been born even five miles away they’d be at another institution, claiming to hate the extremely 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 recently went to a neighbourhood hockey competition at a rink where we’d both played growing up. Back then, Mark was the team fighter. He pointed to the far angle of the rink and told me that was where he’d get in his biggest push- not biggest in terms of blood spilled( although there was that) but the one where he’d had to fight the toughest person on the rival school’s team. His honour, which he’d given through his contends, was on the line.

” I never prayed developing a reputation ,” he told me.” But once I had one, I clung to it urgently. You exactly don’t eschew it. It’s like a golden cape. It’s a strength, whether falsely created or not .”

I must not have wanted one naughtily enough. I played hockey very, and once I virtually went in a fight by pushing a person in the back when he turned away from me. I do be said that I wasn’t really mad when I did it, either. Instead, it felt like I “shouldve been” mad. And so, with the same various kinds 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 mummy asking me what that had been all about before are saying 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 mommy, elementary music schoolteacher, singer, and master of hugs, had more contend in her than me.


When I told my bride I was writing about this, I was humiliated- not because I’d never opposed, but to admit that I sometimes thought about it. We were in the kitchen, and she leaned across the island counter and said she had no doubt that I would contend if I needed to. No uncertainty, she recited. And there it was, my golden cape.

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

So I asked him what that meant.

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

What is healthy, he said, is acknowledging it.

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

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

Matt argues that we’ve advanced this room. We still carry around DNA of our more brutal ancestors, he says, and it’s instilled in us a natural propensity toward brutality. He’s not the only one to realise that controversy: evolutionary psychology pins a lot of our worst actions on more ruthless ancestors. But this analysis- the entire arena of studies, truly- has also been harshly blamed as a cop-out for those behaviors.

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

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


The man in the car followed me for about 15 miles that day, past batch of departs. Actually, he gave me plenty of possibilities if contending was what I missed, but I extended them all until his auto ultimately slowed down and disappeared in my rearview mirror.

I knew I represented the best choice, but I still opposed him in the thousands of imaginary duels in my subconsciou subsequentlies- equal parts heroic and pathetic.

Watch with me. Watch as he sheds a right cross that I am, due to all my years of training, being allowed to move as I put my center of gravity to set up the double-leg takedown, shooting my shoulder into his waist and driving him to the dirt. Perhaps I’ll finish with fists, or perhaps jiu-jitsu, taking his arms between my legs and wrenching until I listen the gristly popping of a hyperextended elbow.

Can you appreciate him?

Can you read me, triumphant?

I’ve seen it too, but it doesn’t last long. It’s rapidly replaced by embarrassment and I action myself to think of interesting thing. Things that matter: my kids’ education, the lawnmower that needs its oil changed, my wife’s birthday- or the interview that I will soon go to, and crush, before I form the long expedition residence and tell my spouse of my success.

I is likely to be tell her the story of an moronic I construed along the road who wanted to fight me, and her gazes will enlarge at the barbarity that still exists in this world-wide 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, chin down, fists up, itching for a fight I know I’ll never opt.

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