What I’ve found when I question men – beyond the surface level.

When I ask them why do you believe this? Or how did you get to believe this? Or how does this apply? When you ask diagnostic or problem solving questions, or even personal question, men, not all men, but too many, start repeating themselves, withdraw or at the outset become angry.

Rarely do they engage. Rarely do they ask similar questions – I think I have met perhaps six or so men that ask great questions.

And to me such incuriosity is cultural.

Because It’s easier to say I know better than you. It is easier to find facts that suit your already preconceived beliefs.

And it easier to denigrate those who don’t know. We’ve had a lot of practice – at work, at home, at the playground and now in that space of social media.

And men expect other men to have all the answers. And be impervious to more than surface level questions.

And it is just so dull and boring.

As I’ve admitted often – I don’t know. Followed by the self put down. Which is followed by the well I better find out. Which means asking questions. Being curious. Turning this dull life into a lighted one.