Just like Fight Like a Girl, Clementine Ford’s Boys Will Be Boys is such an important book. Vital, even. Some of the truths here hurt. They made me uncomfortable. Outraged, even; at myself. At people I’ve known; at people I know. At the whole shitty state of affairs.
There have been times I’ve stayed silent when I should’ve spoken up. When I’ve witnessed toxic behaviour — or its beginning spark — and rather than intervene, I’ve walked away. Chosen ignorance over action. And it’s not that these moments have lead to egregious conduct (or is that just wishful thinking on my part? God, I hope not); but maybe, in other circumstances, they could have. At the very least, my lack of action demonstrates my acquiescence to malignant patriarchy. This needs to end.
This book cuts deep. I hope it forces men to look at themselves, and to understand the role we all can — and must — play.
We can, should, and must do better.
I can, should, and must do better.
Of course, it’s one thing to read the book and nod sagely. To acknowledge the facts, then walk into the night feeling enlightened, like that’s all we can be asked to do. Boys Will Be Boys demands demonstrative action.
Men need to change.
I need to change.
At the very goddamn least I hope this book makes men stop and think and consider who they are and what they want to be.