From your head to your fist

The weekend’s Observer asked several writers, including A.L. Kennedy, Jonathan Coe, and Jackie Collins, “What makes a man?”

From Coe’s response:

Maybe … the root of my problem [was that] someone who takes Morrissey as a role model is never really going to feel comfortable with simple definitions of masculinity.

From Kennedy’s:

…. there aren’t any New Men. There are only men who want to hear about your periods so they can give you the kind of solemn look they’d offer to someone who’s suffered a bereavement. When this makes you want to slap them, they will then look even more sympathetic because your Special Girlie Body Chemistry is clearly leading you astray. Then they will offer you cake. Or try to shag you. Or both.


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