The Real Man

I read this column in the Globe and Mail this morning and it really got me thinking about gender roles, biology and our limitations as individuals.

Men get a lot of bad rap for being flighty dads, deadbeats, cheaters and so forth. And while many if not most men are not like this millions are. When you look at labor patterns around the world, women do most of the work, while men have most wealth and power. It seems patently unfair.

But is it? Viewing the role of men with modern eyes and Christian ideals it certainly seems so, but you have to look at the whole of the organism over a long period of evolutionary time.

As far as we can tell gender roles in hunter-gatherer societies showed men as hunters and defenders, explorers and warriors, while women maintained social networks, gathered food, procsesed meals and tended young children. Women worked all the time, men worked occasionally but in what could be very dangerous, high-yield work. Obviously this labour division was “functional” in that it seemed to persist over a very long time.

Then came agriculture. Hunting and warring declined and “Home” took on a new much more dominant position. Men’s traditional roles – evolutionary roles – were hugely diminished. Roles that in the past would have been deemed as feminine became all there was available for both sexes.

Human beings are inordinately adaptable and so civilisation moves on. But these deep innate urges still persist, and you see them emerge in situations where socialisation fails to curb them. Some argue that that is the primary role of socialisation – to curb antisocial instinctive impulses.

But if men have evolved to hunt, to defend and to take risks, how does that play out in our modern world? Some examples are quite obvious: modern hunting, sports, warfare, Wall street. These primitive urges have been sublimated towards more social purposes. Sometimes.

Sometimes men kill those that society does not see as enemy. Sometimes men cheat. Sometimes men take little interest in their offspring. And there are times when they have little interest in the sheltered, structured life of breadwinner.

I mentioned that socialisation works to suppress these instincts, but individual characteristics and temperament and biology play a role. Give a woman large doses of testosterone and you will see less nurturing and more aggression. Our endocrine system has itself evolved to promote what we see as certain gender roles. Even in the larger, more muscular male body and smaller, fatter feminine one we see this at work.

So socialisation is really swimming upriver, and it shows just how powerful a force it is that most men stick close to home, act civilised and social, pay bills and actively love their kids.

I’ve seen this play out dramatically in my own life. Biologically, I tend towards the more overtly masculine end of the scale. Maybe an 8 out of 10. Personal history and socialisation has allowed me to develop feminine aspects of my personality, so that in many ways I would appear androgenous – perhaps a 5. My personality is like it has a loudness button: both ends of the spectrum are boosted so that I have strong masculine and feminine characteristics. But the deep, instinctual masculine aspects still dominate and take a lot of work to subsume.

I cannot see an attractive woman without feeling strong, sexual feelings. I loathe structure. I love to wander and explore and take risks. I have very powerful aggressive feelings at times. I had a relationship outside of my marriage. Raising kids in the suburbs, particularly when they were teens, was very, very hard for me.

Note that I did not want any of this. I would prefer to just see the person when I saw a woman. I would much rather be comfortable sticking close to home and being part of a social structure that provides a regular paycheck. I deeply wish I could have been a better father.

The thing is I tried with all of my being to be all these things. I acted the part for most of my adult life, because I believed in it. But it wasn’t who I was.

My own socialisation was deeply flawed in that I was raised in a very dysfunctional home. But it’s more than just that that engendered these impulses. I can feel the difference between personality and instinct; they come from different places inside. And the fact that my own failings as a man and a father are statistically almost banal, shows that there is something more at work than my own personality or socialisation. The fact they they are repeated by millions (if not billions) of men shows a picture of innate behaviour.

That a lot of this is instinct does not diminish the importance in limiting them, and considering them as failings when they do occur. But perhaps it’s important to remember that we are all fallible and that sometimes as men, the modern world fits poorly for what we are and evolved to be.

Personally, my innate drives would be best at loving a lot of women, hanging with my bros, protecting others when required, planning and analysing and taking on dangerous risks for the good of my friends and family, and being rewarded with great status for doing so. I suspect it would be the same for many other men. But that scenario is very different from modern life.

I think if we started changing civilisation to actually harness these impulses for positive  outcomes, this would be a better world. But having these drives directed to pro sports, war, capitalism, and suburbia is not only a complete waste, but very dangerous as well.

Hibernation in Victoria

This always happens this time of year. Sailing season is over, life slows down, and I find less and less to blog about. My political views and life approach has been done many times here and I’m not sure what the next step is. 

It’s not like life has become dull or there’s nothing going on, far from it. Things are changing thick and fast and it’s hard to keep on my feet some days. But all that change is internal and personal and until I know what it is about I’m reluctant to discuss it here. 
But personal growth has always been a big part of my life and several things have come together this last year to bring about a lot of deep changes inside of me, and they are still occurring.
On a more mundane note, we have moved back aboard just in time for record bone-chilling weather and snow in Victoria. A week ago I sailed Fainleog around from Brentwood Bay to downtown with a couple of friends and it was a fantastic trip. No matter how much things change in my heart, that’s one constant – I absolutely love time on the water.
I took my mainsail in to Lietch and Mcbride in Sydney and they replaced the whole panel that kept ripping, and for a good price. Unfortunately, they forgot to resew the bolt rope so I’ll have to take it all off and have them repair it again. No matter, they have great service and I would use them any day over their competitors just down the road.
It’s wonderful to be in town again, especially when moored in front the Empress. Everything is just a quick walk away and no driving required. Are usual spot is at Fisherman’s wharf but the renovations there have been held up (no surprises there) and it’s anyone’s guess how long we will be downtown. Personally I would prefer to stay here but they kick everyone out come spring.
WInter often is a time for hunkering down, especially for a sailor in this part of the world. I’m trying to find work and also finish this damned novel that’s been waiting for so long. I HAVE to finish it and HAVE to get it published or else my literary career is at an end. I have years invested in it and if it doesn’t bear fruit soon I’ll be throwing in the towel and moving onto other things. 
I don’t write for the personal exposure or the audience – I’ve had many tens of thousands of people read my blog and equally as many or more read my articles in various sailing magazines, so that’s no big deal to me any more. 
I write because I enjoy it, but I also need to make some money at it to be a career, to be more than a hobby.
And that reminds me – I should get to it
Our new home

Moving beyond poverty

There’s been a lot of happiness research in the media lately, like this article this article in the Huffington Post that describes how experiences rather than possessions are important to happiness. It reinforces yet again what I’ve said in my Loser’s Guide.

I was talking with a friend about it today; I wanted to get his ideas because he has in part embraced a large part of what I suggested in my Guide. He has largely abandoned a mainstream life in pursuit of a dream, and in doing so has encountered deep poverty. 

One of the changes he has experienced is the emergence of a new joy. And to be clear this is different from happiness, which is the fleeting experience of pleasure due to something external. Joy is an internal, spiritual emotion that isn’t contingent on external events.

Of course there is more stress in his life and he has had real difficulties, but as I’ve suggested in the Guide, at least some of this is a holdover from his earlier life where self esteem is closely tied to wealth and possessions. Certainly from how I’ve known him I’ve seen a tremendous amount of personal growth correlating with his poverty. It is like he needed to withdraw from mainstream life’s distraction in order to find himself.

It’s an interesting process to watch (in others instead of just myself). It’s also interesting in that he still isn’t fully convinced despite all the evidence of change that he sees.  I suppose that’s not surprising; he has decades of a totally opposing paradigm to overcome and he’s been on this path perhaps 18 months

We wondered whether the poverty aspect is required, is an inevitable aspect of living authentically. I believe that it isn’t necessary and that it is possible to be raised in a way that validates the individual sufficiently that they know who they are from the beginning, in which case they don’t have to “drop out” to find themselves. But I do believe that a fully authentic life will be one that is in service to others, and as such tends to not be very lucrative. But that doesn’t mean that one could not be a nurse or a teacher and be very authentic (although I would argue that the hierarchical structure of institutions would be a real challenge to someone who lives authentically, as they often require on to surrender one’s deep beliefs and values for the good of the structure itself).

So I guess it’s not so much that poverty is required, but that at best there is no correlation between living authentically and income, and at worst there is often real financial consequences.

But in my book, I suggest that ultimately it doesn’t matter, in that joy itself has no correlation to wealth or status.

I believe that there is a progression of enlightenment, which is NOT the same as a hierarchy. From what I’ve seen most folks live inauthentic lives. By which I mean that they spend their lives in ways that do not jive with who they are and what’s in their hearts. Their time is spent reacting to the world rather than what their souls could tell them. This leads to great masses of people living what Thoreau called “lives of quiet desperation”.

The answer is the inward journey. By changing the focus from external to internal, the person’s inner truths are revealed and hey are empowered to begin living lives that reflect this.

But that is only part of the journey. I’m not there yet so this is supposition, but what I’ve come to understand about these things tells me that when the inward journey is fulfilled, the external largely ceases to be relevant. When you are fully realised as a spiritual being, what you do simply doesn’t matter. Your source of joy is within you and unalienable, so whether you spend your days washing toilets or saving lives, it’s all one and the same.

My joy is still somewhat contingent but nowhere as much as it used to be. While I will regret selling Fainleog, I know that whatever comes I will still be happy because I’m still living authentically. And for me living simply and lightly is authentic, so that’s a bonus!