I was one of those men, although I was never overtly sexist or misogynistic. I had a quieter form of toxic masculinity, where I always had to have an answer to every question, always had to be dependable and available, always had to be tough and strong. My father raised me that way and spoke out whenever I stepped outside of those lines. Once I moved out on my own, I took up my dad's place and whipped myself whenever I wasn't good enough. It took years of failure, pain, and suffering before I really questioned what I was raised to be. From there, it took years of therapy and love from a wonderful person to get to the point where I only occasionally find some of that old programming.

Don't get me wrong, toxic masculinity is not an excuse for bad behavior. Every person is ultimately responsible for their well-being and for how they treat others. My actions as a young adult caused some real harm, and that's on me. "Buckling down" and working hard for some shithead boss is not, in general, very good for someone's well-being. However, it's a lesson that many boys are taught, and it can be very difficult to break out of childhood conditioning.

So, how long has it been since you've had a hug that meant something?