All hail the rise of cat men, an antidote to toxic masculinity [More]
It's never fair to completely generalize. My Mom had a cat rescued by my older sister who couldn't keep it at college. It was an odd-eyed white (one blue/one green) that was very cool -- feral and unapproachable when outside doing her wetwork, and absolutely loving when inside. She knew I was her protector from my "tormenting" kid brother and chose me as her "go to" human above all others except at feeding time. There were also no illusions about the nature the relationship would take were the size ratio reversed.
That said, those profiled in this 2016 piece would not seem out of place in pink knit caps. What it's really doing is saying men who also know how to assume their roles as providers and protectors are "toxic," backward, brutish, incapable of tenderness, and just not as civilized as Pajama Boys and snotty
anti-gun metrosexuals.
Bull. I've found knowing what it is I'm providing for and capable of protecting enhances total commitment and love.
[Via Florida Guy]