Last week ended with an article on Sadie Nardini’s new (now defunct?) Rockabilly look and a very cursory discussion of the outer-reflects-inner trope as it relates to the clothes you wear in the big bad dog-eat-dog world. During the illustrious commentary that ensued I was indirectly reminded by Matthew Remski—who in my own personal pantheon I sometimes refer to as Mnemosyne, goddess of memory—of my own swinging door policy with regards to insides influencing outsides and outsides influencing insides. I’m sure you know the deal: Food choices influencing the quality of stools and the quality of stools influencing food choices. That sort of thang.
But then, in a magical twist of fate, NYC biker dad and meditation guide, Harshada Wagner, passed along this lil’ bit of “Warriors of Goja” gloriousness that got me jazzed about the embracing of dualistic stereotypes, in this case, of the specifically masculine variety.
Are you ready? ‘Cause this…is…awesome:
Now, I don’t love relying on masculine-feminine binaries as a way of organizing/interpreting/framing the world, but I’ll go there from time to time if the light is juuuuust right. And, frankly, this is just some male shit right here. Breaking stuff. Yelling. Ripping off shirts. Bloody frickin’ noses. King Khalsa Lions running around like nuts smacking themselves in the face. Shit is stone cold M.A.N.
Unlike those stuffy non-dualists (most of whom seem to be of the comfortably male persuasion), I’ve grown up and come to accept (and embrace the fact that) dualism has its place. For me, dualisms are the stewards of the All-and-Nothing, the ones “employed in a large household or estate to manage domestic concerns.” They’re the grunt workers, the unrefined representatives of “It.” They’re doers. They get things done. They’re spark generators. Rock-meets-rock, and all that. It’s nice to have some dualism around when you wanna jump out from behind a bush and scare a loved one, or merge into the all encompassing infinite.
So, when you watch the above, it’s cool if you veer off the non-dualism bandwagon and feel a little something about this one-sided display of the masculine man-ness. I mean, if ever there was a reason to get all damn! about “males,” the above video is probably a good one.