It worries me that men are supposedly losing their mojo these days. I was unaware that mine went missing.
Details Magazine published an article this month called The Remasculated Man. In it, the writer talks about the need for men to not just know that they have a pair, but when, where, and how to use it. I'm glad that a men's fashion magazine (you heard me... we're talking 22 full pages of advertisements selling luxury clothing, jewelry, shoes, cologne, and undies to the masses before you even see a hint of actual content) is giving me guidance on being a true man.
What has this world come to? And why do we as a society continue to push men towards becoming this Alpha Male prototype?
Is the American man lacking motivation to find his true self? Is he missing guidance? Or are we just fooling ourselves into thinking this way? I believe it's a mix of all three.
Look at how far we've come. We have the ability to gather tons of information straight to our fingertips in a matter of seconds. We have constructed machines that in turn help construct more machines that produce at a faster rate than any mortal being could ever achieve. We can fully communicate with people across the globe instantly. And what do we use these advancements for? While writing this paragraph, I received a forwarded chain message with contents of a not-so-attractive older woman, in the nude, as an attempt at humor on my cell phone.
Look at our present models of the American man. He's no longer an axe-wielding, truth-seeking, purpose-serving rebel. He's become a credit-wielding, status-seeking, self-serving Rebelle (it is... like... so this season). He's "mysterious", drives a sweet ride, has Jesus' abs, and wears moisturizer that smells like lavender and coconuts. Or, in the typical male overreaction to prove himself, he's a "Man's man" who has "attitude", makes loud noises, clangs things together because he can, and scrubs with body wash that comes in a silver bottle you might mistake for motor oil... if it wasn't located in the shower.
Maybe we men as a collective group are just unsure of ourselves. There's all this bombardment of what we should be, from the clothes we wear each day to the things we should ultimately have, coming from the very sources that are meant to give us an entertaining break from our current lives. I'm not surprised that men are feeling like they are missing something that the Y chromosome is supposed to have.
Maybe possessing mojo means never searching for it in the first place.
