Or a strange idea of how things are or how they should be: > In my experience, men don’t do group claps. We tend to shy away from on-tempo towel twirls. The we

Or a strange idea of how things are or how they should be: > In my experience, men don’t do group claps. We tend to shy away from on-tempo towel twirls. The weight room doesn’t break out in Woo!s when one of the fellas tries his best on the bench press. We march through the gym alone, AirPods blasting, not because the Knocked Loose song makes us stronger, but because we think our independence does. Raised in the oppressive swirl of the patriarchy, we’ve learned to disconnect, to close off, to ride alone. Like, has this dude been on any sports team? Look at a baseball team or adult softball team and tell me men aren't cheering each other on. Has he ever gone to a serious weight lifting gym? The "meatheads" are absolutely cheering each other on, spotting each other. He has taken his own insecurities and hang ups, and, instead of looking inward, says it must be the fault of the patriarchy.