This brings back a memory of earlier depravity.
As a teen, I worked at a local sub sandwich joint. It wasn't uncommon to get requests for mayonnaise and these sandwiches got a bit on the top bun. Requests for extra mayo got a smear on the top and bottom buns. A rare few customers insisted on extra extra extra mayonnaise. Ludicrous volumes of mayo. I always asked them if they were sure, informing them it was going to be a lot, probably too much. Informed consent and all. I made something special for these misguided souls: the mayo trough.
They'd get the standard extra mayo smear on the bottom bun, but the top bun was where the magic happened. I'd press a concavity into the inside of the bun, completely fill it in with mayonnaise (a foot long sandwich took about 1/3 cup), then gently nestle it atop the fillings. When they'd bite into their sandwich, they were rewarded for their foolishness by it spurting mayonnaise and other condiments everywhere, like a culinary Peter North unloading into a roast beef sandwich.
We didn't get a lot of repeat requests.
And US society reinforces that behavior by shaming men for being vulnerable or showing weakness and teaching others that a crying or otherwise emotionally vulnerable man is something deserving of shame and contempt.
A great example is online advice articles about handling relationship issues: so much advises that stoicism is the only option, otherwise your girlfriend/wife will lose their respect and attraction for you.
I had an ex-girlfriend mock me for crying during our breakup and know many men who have encountered similar shaming treatment from other men and women. It's brutal.