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Lyndon McLeod, Jack Murphy, & the Perils of Performative Masculinity
As a wee beardless youth in the brick-and-cement ’burbs of Philadelphia, I found myself watching an old Robert Mitchum film on TV one night and wondering how he managed to be so cool. Then it suddenly occurred to me that his secret was that he didn’t think about being cool; he simply was cool. To become conscious about being cool was to take a long leap away from even hoping to be cool. (more…)