Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Is Stephen Biddulph a pussywhipped Aussie?

The more you lack it, the more you talk about it, like a poor man counting his pennies.

Steve Biddulph has written a book about Manhood: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Manhood-Steve-Biddulph/dp/0091894816 which suggests this is an issue with Australian men who are now so pussywhipped that they no longer know how to be men.  Real men would be ashamed to read it but his female readers like Julieanne Bekcham seem to like it.

American men have big issues too with their masculinity, judging by the books written by Iron John and the reaction to it.

No need to buy books written by the pussywhipped for the pussywhipped.  Just read, understand and absorb IF by Rudyard Kipling.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
But do bear in mind that the liberals and the women will say he is some sort of fascist.  

1 comment:

Irv Salos said...

Honestly? I really do not know for certain at this point.