Friday, April 04, 2003

abortive adventures in naive pan-selectionism

Ran across this passage in Deus Irae by Dick & Zelazny:
"Revert. In fact, sleep with Abernathy; a lot of good it'll do you." She made it meaningful; she put over the significance of her words by the wild tone alone. Women had such a great ability at that; they possessed such a range. Men, in contrast, grunted ...they resorted..to an ugly chuckle. That was little enough.

Like Manly Camaraderie short stories about hunting, in which something ineffable is somehow attempting to be effed, with (to my mind) woeful lack of success. And George Clooney in the film Solaris, where it seems his craggy countenance has the power to convey maybe 2 1/2 emotions max.

or maybe it's just me.

but where i am trying to go with this is that it seems that stereotypical ultra-masculinity severely limits the range of emotional expression. (the ones that are successfully conveyed, don't know about the felt ones)

why is this? been trying to think of a reason, am stuck.

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