Let’s stop pretending the men of this society are bastions of strength and moral courage. Most aren’t leading anything — they’re just waiting for someone to hand them a script. And they’ll follow it, no matter how absurd, self-destructive, or hypocritical it is, as long as they get to feel like “men” while doing it.
These are men who love to posture about being leaders, protectors, pillars of faith. But the second real leadership is required — the kind that costs social comfort, power, or personal image — they melt. They’re not leaders; they’re placeholders. Warm bodies in positions once meant for people with conviction.
They’ll eagerly line up behind anyone who projects strength, no matter where that person is leading them. Straight off a moral cliff? Fine. Away from the very values they claim to uphold? No problem. Just as long as they get to feel part of something bigger than themselves, they’ll march right into hypocrisy with their chests puffed out.
Take the men who call themselves Christians, for example. They love to preach about being Christ-like. But when it’s time to confront injustice, defend the vulnerable, or challenge cruelty — the very things Christ actually did — they go silent. Or worse, they rally behind forces that embody the opposite. They’ll shout about protecting the faith while actively betraying it.
This isn’t strength. It’s cowardice dressed up as conviction. It’s obedience masquerading as leadership.
Real leadership requires the courage to stand alone, to risk unpopularity, to disrupt comfortable systems when they’re wrong. But too many men would rather be told what to believe, what to do, who to follow — even if it leads them straight to their own moral demise.
So no, they’re not leaders. They’re willing followers of anyone loud enough to tell them they’re special. And that’s exactly why everything keeps rotting while they look the other way.
