I truly feel fortunate to have come of age in the 1980’s, the last decade for traditional American culture. It was a pleasure back then just to be a young guy. Still locked in our Cold War with the Soviet Union, this nation was drawn close into a sort of patriotic community. The music, the movies and network television were an ideological celebration of the strong American male, the beautiful American woman, and the dynamic American family.
Everywhere I looked I saw impressive male role models worthy of admiration: in music, Bruce Springsteen, John Mellencamp, and Michael McDonald–in movies, Harrison Ford, Clint Eastwood, and Sylvester Stallone–and on tv, Bruce Willis, Johnny Depp, and Bill Cosby.
But then, very quickly, the Soviet Union just…fell apart. And the Cold War was over.
By the early 1990’s, the powerful American male was obsolete–and politically incorrect: We became the problem. And the traditional American family, implicated as well, had fallen apart like the Soviet Union.
For over two decades now we’ve thus been pretending culturally that women can kick butt or otherwise act as crudely as any man once might have–whether in music, the movies or television.
Ah, sweet, sweet progress!
But, as for me–irrelevant Neanderthal man that I am–I’d just as soon live again under the impending threat of a global nuclear conflagration, if it would also bring back that traditional American culture and the strong American male.