My best friend died at 20 years old. He, like so many males, was set to explode; a bomb of manhood with a wick as short as impulse. He was taught only one game: breaking boundaries. In the end he broke his own. Game over.
Masculinity is killing us all. In men's endless drive to prove themselves as real men, they must break boundaries as a matter of course. "Don't do that" is simply an invitation. Each inhibition crossed is a further affirmation of manhood. There’s a reason why a certain major firearm company's main marketing ploy revolves around convincing men that, without these guns, their "manhood cards" will be revoked. Like bombs, men don’t simply hurt themselves when they explode, but also whoever happens to be nearby. That’s the point.