We suspected it, but there is a manual to become a “real” man, I mean a manly man, like a construction guy, Bruce Willis in Die Hard or hockey player in the NHL. First, you call yourself “fat”, ” big “,” boss “. Bro, at a pinch, but only if you’ve been straight for five generations. These trademarks make you an elite member of the boys’ club, it doesn’t matter if you own a Crew Cab Dodge Ram or a Crown Vic 89 rebuilt.
I take notes to give suggestions to my young adult son. I might still have a chance to make one goon, the guy who commands respect on the ice. He already lifts 225 pounds without forcing too much at the CEGEP gym and he is 6 ‘3 ”tall. And it would be a shame if he was crying in front of a cat video without having drunk a 40 ounce of tequila.
In the play Foreman – I know, the “real” do not go to the theater – there is a whole list of criteria of masculinity which punctuate the dramatic impulse.
For those who haven’t read Liz Plank, For the love of men. Dialogue for positive masculinity, I suggest going on the side of this very virile piece which shows us to what extent this masculinity sedimented in the limestone of conventions wreaks havoc.
In any case, the five construction guys give us a list of prerequisites by stalling beers and Jack Daniel’s at the bottleneck. Beware of those who want to make a Perrier vodka; it can quickly be treated as “fif”, a word that comes up often throughout the play which translates the reality of an environment neither woke nor worse.
This phenomenon has been observed by sociologists, who speak of “precarious masculinity”. According to this theory, one must always demonstrate one’s masculinity.
So, to be a real male, it is inevitably a big brown one, a beard, a tattoo (but not of “ostia of dolphin” or of butterfly), hair (but not in the back), a piercing (on the left , or both ears, but not to the right, worse not on the tit, and especially not on the shaft), who slept with ten girls when leaving. And to the question “how long, let’s say? “: Seven inches minimum, seven” strong “inches, as we say in the trade. Worse the prostate, it seems that … shhh. Hush. Hush. We don’t talk about it. Except in November, for cancer.
The silence of the male
I loved Foreman because the author and actor Charles Fournier gives us access to a world he knows, that of construction, where he worked for six years. It’s not documentary theater, but almost, because he’s interviewed tons of guys about masculinity.
We are in a middle of right or wrong stuffs who had better have a hard shell like their yellow helmets and their steel “caped” boots. Guys in chesse that make girls trippy on Tinder and who play alpha.
Charles Fournier sheds light on the suffocating silence of the male who manages to indulge himself by going to visit the bottom of his bottle of Jack. In this, the Quebecois male has not changed much since the days of the coureurs des bois.
“In typically male working class circles, the difficulty in expressing oneself takes its toll. It goes beyond not knowing how to name your emotions. […] We are talking about depression, suicide, excessive consumption, abused people who have never talked about it, ”recently recounted Charles Fournier at Pénélope. We’re talking about sexual assault here as well, not just abuse.
I came out of Foreman affected: not my culture, not my background, not even my language, but sensitive to their reality as castrated guys, gagged by the group. Charles Fournier says he goes to the bathroom after the show because that’s where the guys are going to cry. In front of the urinator with their not so strong seven thumbs under the eyes.
A few days later, I stumbled upon the book The underside of the blue pocket linked to the popular podcast The blue pocket the two former professional hockey players Guillaume Latendresse and Maxim Lapierre. a podcast Weekly pandemic of “basement drunken”, in their words, became a bargain to sell beer and gin in their names and images. The two friends left the writing of the book to journalist Jonathan Bernier.
“I think you have to have a couple of beers to write this book,” they candidly explained in their podcast. Uh, how would I explain that to you, big…
The 4 S
It is clear when reading The underside of on the other hand, you can play hockey when you’re drunk. And do a podcast too, just watching them, we understand the tone, boot hockey, late-night locker room.
Maxim explains that he was finishing the podcast a little hot: “We finished drinking at 6:30 am One morning, my wife came to take me back to the arena. If taking the road in such circumstances is to be avoided, nothing prevents jumping on the ice. »Thank you for the prevention campaign, Christmas is coming.
Our two millionaires, young retirees from CH, models of many guys and young people, put forward a culture that uses consumption as a means of disinhibiting oneself and of speaking truth, the “sharing of anecdotes without filter”. And their guests (even the boxer Marie-Ève Dicaire who admits to being tipsy in live) go in the same direction. Shooter !
And what is the prerequisite for a successful evening? Alcohol, of course!
You have to read in their book how new players were inducted into the rookie supper, where you have to take a shoot with each of the 19 veterans (who each have their own preference). It is at this price that one becomes a “real”.
Don’t believe that The blue pocket is an unimportant podcast of suburban beaufs, “an idea of hot guys” (according to the co-hosts) who put barbecue sauce on the market. They generated 1,700,000 views on their platforms (YouTube, Spotify, etc.) and Marc Messier (Brew) or François Legault (PM in the electoral campaign) were invited.
Finishing, The blue pocket refers to the hockey bag, the Blue Basket (Quebec products, including alcohol) and the painful sensation of blue balls, “When a part of legs in the air is stopped short just before orgasm”.
Sex, sport and shooters. The 3 S of masculinity summarized in any order you like. And we could add the S for silence, despite the background noise of conversations.