It’s kind of cool to look back at a time when men could experience ‘macho catharsis’ without being forced to overdose on estrogen, neutralizing their instincts and killing comradery.
So much teaching and learning in those informal male bonding sessions, with the old bulls instructing the young bulls. Now, behaving like you’ve got a pair is discouraged and punished. The Navy used to have happy hour strippers in its on-base clubs. No happy hours, strippers, or even clubs. Replaced with breathalyzers on the ship’s brow every time you report aboard, and female sailors crying sexual assault or harassment when their antics get them pregnant.
Well said. (I’m a woman, BTW.)