The Bravado Of Masculinity In George Orwell's 1984

Aspects of life rob us of sanity, family becomes a cause of distress. Friends transform into hidden enemies who tear us down. Lurking beyond all is a greater society and factors growing in their influence over the people.
The other day, happening upon an intellectual discussion about equality and feminism, a sudden realisation became clear. "You're out of your dept.", maintaining eye contact and listening to the other sides point took the foreground in thought. Where this seems like the appropriate response, what happened was the chiming in with ill-thought out points still formulating spewed out of the mouth no longer under the control of whom it's attached to. Two sides of a personality wage war to decide if the bravado of masculinity is worth the price of moral statuettes in the eyes of an ever more feminine orientated society. "A wise man speaks only when he has something to say, a fool speaks because he has to say something." This
Looking around at the area in which one is presiding at the moment is in a poor neighbourhood, the surrounding area is also a poor neighbourhood. These people make up the mass majority of people who work and spend money. Reminiscing of the days of reading "1984" the proletariats (currently rejoicing with the correct spelling of that word on the first try) come to mind, these former wage earners are now the heart of a battle against a welfare state against a lower income way of life. A cornucopia of opiates now run the streets allowing these people to find an escape from reality. Their reality when looked at with scrutiny is to be born and raised to work so a certain percentage of people can earn fortunes from the back breaking labour you provide. Classified as part of this group of people, descended from hard workers who work their fingers to the bone to live out the same routine of hope and dream until reality sets in and you escape into the lives of your offspring and the cycle