A man who misses masculinity has already lost the one thing it actually required: not to need an audience for it. And yet here he is, posting, performing, peacocking across every available surface, mistaking volume for weight. The desperation is the tell. Real self-possession doesn’t audition. It doesn’t need the comment section to confirm it exists. What he’s selling as strength is just loneliness with a better posture. And loneliness, however dressed up in manifestos, has never been particularly masculine. It’s just loud!