John Wayne wasn’t a “real man” because he chewed tobacco, rode horses, drank whiskey, and shot guns. Hell, I’m not sure he was a real man at all. How does one live a life of destruction and still be considered a real man?
It’s not about how much alcohol one can consume without passing out. Or the type of alcohol one drinks. It’s not about chewing tobacco, riding horses, or killing things with high powered weapons. Any idiot can do that.
It’s also not about being sensitive or being in touch with your feminine side. Those things are for the boys who choose to take it up the ass.
Being a real man is purely conceptual, and can be applied in different ways. Putting on a pair of chaps and an eye patch is no more manly than some dude wearing a pink shirt means he’s gay. Throw us back into the wild and we’re all naked, living amongst trees, fighting for life every day. None of the bullshit we’ve conjured to “improve” our lives means shit in the sense of defining one as a dominate male.
This is my definitive list, The Ethos, of what it means to be a real man…