When I was a kid, I used to cry a lot. When I was sad, I cried. When I was angry, I cried. Heck, even when I was happy, I would sometimes cry. It was a response that was involuntary and uncontrollable and, as it happens, it was a response that made my childhood pretty … More Shedding Tears: Why All Masculinity is Toxic (Femininity, too)