Wake Up Call: A Wounded Masculinity
I recently found a gem from the USA — a CIS man, a very brilliant and talented artist and musician — and yes, he’s got one of Banksy’s paintings hanging in his living room. We talk over video calls almost every day now. There’s a 13+ hour time difference between us, but we manage. Our conversations are mostly about music, our childhood upbringing, society & civilization (yep, we talked about what’s been going on in his country too), and of course, the dating scene. I can’t remember exactly what we were discussing that night, but I remember he mentioned “six-foot-tall man…” and suddenly “Wake Up Call” by Maroon 5 started playing in the back of my head. While I was still listening to him, I began remembering the song, the music video, the USA flag prominently displayed, stripper girls, a casino, and a ridiculous amount of explosions like in a Michael Bay movie. IYKYK. God forbid an Indonesian woman who grew up learning English from Hollywood movies catches that reference. I’ve ...
