The other day, a friend told me she'd attended the presentation of an essay on new masculinities, and that, despite the fact that what was said was interesting and well-spoken, despite the fact that the book seemed like a good one, despite the fact that everything was entertaining, despite the author's obvious intelligence, at a certain point she had a sudden and irrepressible reaction. Why? Because she realized that, as always, the vast majority of those present were women, which is sad and ridiculous; after all, the topic of new masculinities affects women indirectly (although, I won't deny it, it affects us a lot, or even too much), but it affects men the most. Shouldn't they be the ones interested? Why are we, once again, putting up with their nonsense?