WHO’S THE MAN? by the feminist
Just recently, as a result of boredom, I was
eavesdropping on my cousin while he was happily reciting all those cheesy lines
from cheap novels to his girlfriend, or as he might say ‘his one and only white
swan’. After five minutes of eagerly
pressing my ear to his bedroom door in the hopes of finding something to
blackmail him later and failing, I was about to forget the mission and go to
sleep when suddenly, I heard something unbelievable.
My brother was giggling. Yes! Giggling like a little school
girl. Now this wouldn’t have come as a surprise if only he wasn’t so adamant on
acting like a tough dude all the time. Of course, when I asked him about it, he
first denied it and then reluctantly admitted to it insisting it be a called a
‘manly giggle’ for that is what it was.
Men aren’t genetically disallowed to giggle, cry or lay
their emotions out on a platter. But as
soon as they do, we label them gay. The society forces them to shove all of
their emotions into a dark cave and trap them inside. Therefore, not their will
but rather, people around them influence their actions.
If somebody tells me to be myself, I would definitely throw
a rock at their face because the moment you start being yourself, someone
somewhere will start digging a grave for you… or rather, you would start
digging your own grave.
This is a fact that men all around know. They might be
spotted wearing light eye makeup and straightened hair in countries like Japan
and South Korea, and girls will surely swoon over them. But the moment they
step out, they will start wearing baggy jeans and cool shirts for the fear of
being counted under the same head as Justin Beiber. Not to offend his fans, but
come on! Would you rather call him pretty or handsome?
Calling someone a man is all about what culture we belong
to. So next time you spot a guy wearing a skinny clothes and mascara and
labeling him gay, stop a while before saying, he’s not a man…
The Feminist
