Back when I was a young junior officer in the US Army, some friends and I would visit various places when we had an extra long weekend. Tucson, Nogales, Las Vegas, Rocky Point, Phoenix...
Since we were junior officers (and not exactly rolling in resources) we'd often share a hotel room or two. For us women, that was nothing...but it was always rather hilarious to see how the guys sorted out their rooming situation. Inevitably someone would be uncomfortable at the idea of sharing a bed, and would sleep in a chair or on the floor or something decidedly unlikely to ensure they had a good nights sleep. Tbh, I always felt kind of sorry for them - trapped by some stupid notion of how men should behave, worried about I don't know what (that someone would roll over in their sleep and drape an arm on them? Or some stranger would see them and assume the worst? Or...I dunno, it all seemed rather silly to me) and made me kind of glad I'm not a man.
I didn't have to deal with stupid, silly little BS.
I call it stupid and silly, because on one level it is...and another level it's deadly serious, and devastating. Tragic. I said it was hilarious to see the men sorting out sleeping arrangements, but it's also kind of sad. Like, we want our men to be proud and stand strong. To be independent. To challenge the status quo.
And then we trap them with social expectations, so that they can't actually be all that. Not when it comes to anything that goes against current norms of male behavior. How can they be
men, and be so utterly dependent on social approval at the same time? So unwilling to say "screw what people might think, I'm going to sleep comfortable tonight. Only an idiot would assume two men can't share a queen sized bed in a hotel room without something happening."
What's crazy is that so much of this is...recent. This is not the way things have always been. It's not even the way things have always been here in America. I read Doris Goodwin's book, Team of Rivals, where she mentioned that Abraham Lincoln often shared a hotel room with other men when traveling the eighth circuit. That it was fairly common at that time, and nobody considered it erotic. Actually, I'll share a bit more of her book here:
Their intimacy is more an index to an era when close male friendships,
accompanied by open expressions of affection and passion, were familiar
and socially acceptable. Nor can sharing a bed be considered evidence
for an erotic involvement. It was a common practice in an era when
private quarters were a rare luxury... The attorneys of the Eighth
circuit in Illinois where Lincoln would travel regularly shared beds.
(58)
Men used to be able to share hotel rooms with no problem, to express affection, to say they loved each other. This page has a bit more on the topic, to include
pictures of men showing affection to each other.
Now? Now there's a code for masculine behavior that seems, as an outsider looking in, stifling. It's a caricature of manliness. Restrictive. And, as my previous link showed, it can also be quite deadly.
It forces men into a prison, one that keeps them from fully being who they can be, and keeps men from forming the connections they need to feel happy, to live life fully. To stop feeling lonely.
In a strange twist on the conventions, the men who most act in keeping with our modern caricature of manliness often seem like the ones who are the most
afraid. And, as a result, they are the most isolated of all.