where did his voice go...

As we read this feminist theory and women trying to gain a voice (some trying to mimic men, others wanting the social power they have, ect), and how much society oppresses women according to the writers, it really makes me shake my head.

The stereotypes that MALES have to put up with in society are way more strict than those of females. Maybe men have more power but women have more freedom. A woman can cry, not cry, kiss either sex, be aggressive, be nurturing, be aggressively nurturing (the mom that forces herself into your life)...it goes on. Men? They can cry, but only over very few things, such as a close friend or lover dying. They absolutely cannot show affection to the same sex. They can't long, they can't complain about not having a voice. Feminists may think they can do whatever they want, but they can't.

I'll read Bartram or Thoreau, where a man saturates himself in nature and describes the beauty and his passion for it in unrestrained exuberance. Back then it wasn't "pansy." Or maybe it was but they got published anyway; I didn't live back then. Either way, there is something I terribly miss (as if I lived at the time) about romantic writers, and it's not their writing style or technique or content.

It's their freedom. Their freedom to be men and be excited about beauty.

"We've been turned away from our bodies, shamefully taught to ignore them, to strike them with that stupid sexual modesty." (Cixou, 2049) Except we've all been turned away.

I am awaiting, predicting, hoping, for a male uprising against society. Not against women or against other men, but against these ideas that dehumanize us.