On the ‘men’ piece, I will say this (being one of them). I think something happened along the way at some point. Maybe it was the 50s or 60s. But the last 2+ years I have been doing a lot of self examination after living my cursillo weekend and I have come to realize that as a married man of 18+ years with 3 children, I had not grown up, I had not stepped up as a father or a husband, I did not know what love really is. And I look back at my father, who is 79, and the men of his generation, not that everything was perfect, but something’s different. I look at my friends - they’re not mature, they’re not nice in some ways. Something got lost. My father didn’t have the time or maybe he wasn’t taught to spend time with his sons to teach them how to be a man. I used to watch old movies when I was young and used to watch the men in those movies and how they treated women and my mom did teach me manners, morals, principles. But only recently did I come to realize what a man is, what he does and I’m trying to teach my son but I’m lacking in many areas as I learn when talking to men friends I made as a result of re-committing myself to God.
Something got lost, I believe. I think our fathers somehow knew how to be men and we didn’t pick up on that - at least some of us - like me.