"Yooo-whooo... Someone call?"
> Trying to raise a real man in today’s world may be harder than splitting an atom.
It ain’t that difficult, actually: ordinary biology has seen the job done properly for a few million years.
For some reason some members of the Human Species seems to feel the need to Poncify their bloodlines in an unnecessarily complicated way. Fortunately, Darwinian Selection will nullify these Poncified lines within a few generations, with no effort required from the rest of us.
> Let’s be clear about a dad’s role in raising a child. It takes a man and a woman to raise a real man. A boy needs a mother to nurture him, and take care of him. He also needs the influence of a strong, masculine male figure in his life. These influences balance each other out. If you’re missing either influence, you tend to get less than optimal results.
Bingo! Like all good things in life, simple is better.
"Yooo-whooo... Someone call?"
Nonsense. It just takes knowledge and commitment. Don't send boys to spirit-killing schools where they'll be forced to act like girls and "explore their feminine side." Don't show them stupid TV full of superior gays and women and brain-dead men. Don't buy them PC books and magazines that denigrate the great men of the past and present.
Do make sure their education is about knowledge and action, and convey the knowledge as quickly as possible so they can get to the action. Do have them run, jump, climb, swim, skate, or blow something up every day. Do give them guns, swords, and snakes. Do show them John Wayne movies and let them play "Medal of Honor: Pacific Assault." Do have a father who's a man and a mother who's a woman, and as many brothers as possible!
I could go on, but we have dragons to feed ...
To be a raise or be a real man you have not not give much thought to what others think of you. You know it yourself.
I was a longtime subscriber to Forbes and finally stopped renewing it when the magazine became a paeon to billionaires in every issue with ludicrous lifestyle articles, and most of all, the ads for clothing draped on ambiguously sexed “male” models that creeped me out. Those sexually provocative ads for clothiers were more in the line of solicitations for the wealthy. Very creepy.