“That’s offensive!” … said no great man, ever.
Ah, the year 2015. We find ourselves at the perfect intersect of political correctness, tolerance and “white male privilege”. Legend has it that at this crossroad, you can sell your soul to a transgendered devil for reality tv fame and fortune. What an enlightening time to be alive.
All of these things are not only mildly annoying, but have actually led to us to the precipice of man. Men no longer assume the responsibility of leading their family, because feminists have told them that male leadership is no longer intrinsically necessary. Men no longer teach their sons how to become a man, because maybe their son played with a barbie once. Many men no longer challenge themselves, or live what Theodore Roosevelt called “the strenuous life,” because they’ve been told that accepting themselves for who they are is more important than the growth that comes with discomfort.
Never is the fall of masculinity more clearly on display than when grown, adult men pull out the “offended” card. Any man who goes about with the word “offensive” on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding… or promptly have his man-card revoked, one of the two.
Why is it that we all inherently get that sense of disgust, that feeling of embarrassment for a man who wines about being “offended” but not many of us can articulate as to the reason? Just why are we so repulsed by men (usually liberal) who fervently take “offense”?
It’s simple. Both men and women respect men who take ownership, men who take action. Choosing to “be offended” is the epitome of inaction. Today’s “offended” men are seen as wimpy simply because they are. Instead of harnessing whatever affront is facing them, instead of facing it head-on, dealing with the problem and coming out the other side a stronger man, the “modern” male chooses to sulk, to whine, and inevitably call Gloria Steinem.
We don’t need any more “offended” men, we need more leaders. We don’t need any more professional protestors, we need more husbands. We don’t need anymore filthy, coffeehouse hipsters, we need more fathers.
So the next time you men think about choosing to “be offended” by something somebody else says or does, put down the chocolate and midol and take control over your own life. Stop being “offended” and start taking action. You’ll be glad you did.
Plus, chicks dig it.