Rubbish. An attempt to lend an academic sheen to the petulant desire not to give up one's precious stereotypes and self-indulgences. One senses that Lionel Tiger (and his colleagues, Hunter Beefneck and Lance Squatthrust) couldn't give a toss about gender identity and the fulfillment of the male individual-- rather, they just want a hefty essay to cite when their girlfriends get on their case about cracking open their 14th Miller Lite of the day while watching "Big Butt Babes go Bananas Vol. XXVI: Cancun!!". "But babe, don't you see? This systematic shaming attempt just reinforces the marginalization-based framework currently eating away at the actualization of the male in today's society! I refer you to Steed R. Horse, Our Hummers, Our Selves, op cit."
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