What would I know about being a man? Not much, but I have watched the men around me, and this sounds right:
This is an essential element of the business of being a man: to flood everyone around you in a great radiant arc of bullshit, one whose source and object of greatest intensity is yourself. To behave as if you have everything firmly under control even when you have just sailed your boat over the falls. “To keep your head,” wrote Rudyard Kipling in his classic poem “If,” which articulated the code of high-Victorian masculinity in whose fragmentary shadow American men still come of age, “when all about you are losing theirs”; but in reality, the trick of being a man is to give the appearance of keeping your head when, deep inside, the truest part of you is crying out, Oh, shit!
(from Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon)
I envy men their ability to do this, to flood everyone around them in a great radiant arc of bullshit. It’s something I’d like to learn to do myself.