I’ve never fit the cultural mold of manliness. When I was in 13, I was 4’10” and weighed about 100 pounds. I grew up with two older sisters, which meant I took part in a lot more sarcasm than I did wrestling matches. I played sports, but in my spare time I was much more interested in video games and music. I took the Myers-Briggs assessment for the first time that year, and while I don’t remember what each letter that I scored was, I remember one very clearly. F. Feeling. The memory is so strong in my mind; I can picture the layout of the desks in Ms. Otto’s 7 th grade English class, the seat that I was in, and the embarrassment that I felt when my teacher surveyed each student’s type and I was one of only two boys in the whole class that scored “feeler.” My teacher was kind about it, but I felt a deep shame at who I was. This was only compounded as my teacher explained that boys typically score as “thinkers,” but tried to offer consolation that I’d probably make a good husba...