How do I feel when boys cry?
It depends on who is doing the crying. When my hubz cries — which is few and far between, because he is definitely NOT a crier — my heart breaks, because I know something horrendously hurtful has occurred. In the more-than-five years we’ve been together, he has only shed tears a handful of times. When my 19-year-old son cries — which is also seldom, as he is definitely NOT a crier, either — I ache for him, because I know someone has dealt him a great blow. The last time I saw my dad cry, I was seventeen and he was trying to talk me into moving back home. That was more than fifteen years ago, and I don’t think I’ve seen him cry since.
What about when boys cry TOO MUCH?
It’s a funny thing. Boys are kind of caught in a no-win situation. We girls want our boys to be sensitive, to be in touch with their feelings, to be empathetic. Yet, the moment they cry more often than we like, we label them crybabies. I’m guilty of that one, myself! I have a couple exes who shed tears all the flipping time — like, whenever I got pissed and hollered at them. Those guys couldn’t stand my strong personality, and as such, in my mind they are forever labeled “pussies”. That’s probably unfair, but it doesn’t really matter, since they are no longer a part of my life.
Is it ever funny when boys cry?
The answer is a sad but definitive YES. My first husband — the one I married in order to enlist in the military since I was a single mom and I didn’t want to give custody of my son to my parents — was a very serious crier. He made crying a sport. His name was Dax, and the amount of tears he shed could fill a pool. Seriously, dude was such a crybaby. My sister used to make so much fun of him, and that’s saying a lot because she is particularly sensitive and kind when it comes to weaklings. Poor Dax. It was always funny when he cried.
I love when boys cry on the big screen.
You know who’s a good crier? Ben Affleck. Bruce Willis. Leonardo DiCaprio. Those guys can cry me a river and I just melt. They are able to convey pain better than most boys I know in real life. They should give crying lessons.
All this talk about “when boys cry” is leading up to something.
Steubenville. Motherfucking Steubenville. You had to know I was going there at some point. It’s what I do. I’d love to NOT have this be a reason to blog. Unfortunately… well… you know. Once you’ve been raped, you become the ultimate rape victim, compelled to speak for every survivor of rape unable to voice her own thoughts. And every rapist becomes a personal enemy. We, the victims, know you all too well, Steubenville rapists. How we wish it weren’t so! But, alas — I cannot change what happened to me. So I write about it. I write for all of us. Just another reason to blog.
I fucking HATE when boys cry because they’ve been caught.
Those rapists in the courtroom who melted all over the floor and hugged up on their attorney while they apologized to the family hurt by their actions? I can’t believe they thought their tears would be moving. And then — I REALLY can’t believe the press fell for it. Those smug little shits weren’t crying because they were sorry for what they did. If they were really sorry, they’d be going insane because what truly “sane” person could live with that crime on his conscience? They weren’t crying because they felt badly for the girl they raped. They were crying because they got caught, and because they got in trouble, and because their punishment was dealt in a public fashion, and because they were probably never spanked as children and told, “NO, you can’t have that!” They were crying because repercussions are shocking when you’ve never had to experience them.
What do we do when boys cry?
Again, it depends on the boy. If it’s someone in my family or circle of friends, they are probably crying for a damn good reason, in which case, I give them the space they need, or hug them, or whatever is most appropriate. Usually just asking, “What can I do?” is the best course of action. If the boy doing the crying is a rapist, well… I punch him in the wiener. And I encourage you to do the same.