Jeff Perera explains his “Ladder of Masculinity” TEDx talk, and how toxic masculinity is linked to violence.
Why does white maleness or masculinity lead to personal fragility and violence against others?
Why do the origins of toxic masculinity go all the way back to the nineteenth-century with Victorian public schools and culture?
About a year ago, while sitting around a fire in my backyard, my friends and I compiled a list of the ridiculous obstacles that will need to be overcome if I am ever going to move out of my parents’ house.
The story of a boy becoming a man and understanding the myths of war in Vietnam.
Long-term, meaningful relationships with other men are a strong endorsement of manhood.
I sit on the throne and people gather ‘round, but first I must rule the desires of my heart.
Allow yourself to heal, grieve, emote, release, and even cry. You cannot heal the wound you do not acknowledge.
I am not merely the sacrificial act but a symbol of the very real discipline it takes to do the necessary sacrificing; to stay in place so others may benefit.
Seven questions, typically used in organizational coaching, can potentially transform the way I connect with my wife. __________ Several months ago, I received an e-mail from a book publicist asking if I would be willing to preview an advanced copy of The Coaching Habit: Say Less, Ask More, & Change the Way You Lead Forever…
Facial hair has a long and interesting history, especially when it comes to dealing with a lack of it.
Trust me to lead you to a successful path. It will not always be an easy path, but it will feed your soul. ________ Archetypes are recurrent symbols that offer spiritual advice to men and women as we travel the journey of life. This is the ninth in a 12-part series, in which this ancient wisdom is made relevant…
Racist comments and threats to the Black student community could easily have sparked stereotypical male responses, but many at Lewis & Clark College thought outside the ‘man box.’
My father, looking to peddle some stolen items, walks into a bar with my sister and me. Who do we see perched on a stool?
For my brother and me, Santa was mortal. In fact, he was many a mortal.
Apologies in advance for opening childhood wounds, but some stories are just too good not to be shared.