I remember it like it was yesterday: The Bangles’ “Walk Like an Egyptian” came on TV, I saw those ladies rocking out and said, matter-of-factly and with all the conviction a 7-year-old can have, “Girls can’t play guitar.” My mom and sister set me straight very quickly, but it’s indicative of something in men that starts in us extremely young and then gets so ingrained that it winds up feeling like an objective truth by the time we’re adults. There are many little slights we men make toward women without thinking twice during our lives, but that’s not what inspired me to write this post. It was actually as I was strolling through the campgrounds of the Coachella music festival, noticing the particularly high population of that certain type of alpha-fratboy that, while luckily posing no real problem in this instance, has an incredible ability to ruin a good thing.
You know what I’m talking about: when an event that's highlighted by camaraderie and celebration turns into an excuse to just party hard, then someone gets a little too drunk, throws a punch, and before you know it cops have flooded the premises and the reveling masses are brought down to an angry, drunken mob level. It’s not the people that ruin these things, mind you, it’s the mentality. The macho-frat-alpha-caveman-douchebag mentality that is far too pervasive amongst the male population (myself included sometimes). And while I recognize that people of all genders, races, shapes, sizes and aromas are perfectly capable of screwing things up for the rest of us, it’s this distinctly macho male tendency that rears its ugly head all-too-often when we use the phrase, “It was all going just fine until…”