I barely ever cry at anything. Outside of intense pain, I haven't cried at anything since my uncle's funeral eight years ago, aside from perhaps two films (just barely). On Friday night, I went to see an amateur production of the musical Rent! at my university. It was absolutely amazing to the point where I was on the very edge of tears not once, but twice, something that has never happened to me before. Anyone who's seen the musical will know which parts, especially as the second involved my favourite character (here's a hint, they were both in Act Two).
Does this make me any less of a man? Because I was close to tears because I was genuinely moved by the outstanding performance of a few young actors? I don't think so. Why should I be thought of as less of a man for showing emotion, especially as it's something I almost never do anyway? No, I don't think it makes me less of a man. In fact, I think the ability to still be able to show emotion makes me, and others like me, more of a man (or men, rather), because we aren't afraid to show that. That's how I feel about this whole debate.
Does this make me any less of a man? Because I was close to tears because I was genuinely moved by the outstanding performance of a few young actors? I don't think so. Why should I be thought of as less of a man for showing emotion, especially as it's something I almost never do anyway? No, I don't think it makes me less of a man. In fact, I think the ability to still be able to show emotion makes me, and others like me, more of a man (or men, rather), because we aren't afraid to show that. That's how I feel about this whole debate.