It worries me that boys are told that showing emotion is a weakness. And don't get me started on their notion of invincibility and willingness to jump off sheer cliff faces just for the hell of it. So, with all of this in mind, I've done a lot of thinking about how I can raise my boys to be good men.
I'll let you in on a secret I LOVE being a dad, it is the single greatest thing in my life. My partner, other family, friends, hobbies and other loves (reading, music, photography etc.) you are all great (don't be jealous now) but nothing, and I do mean nothing, quite compares to the awesomeness of being a dad.
Scientists too - especially those whose work is more about understanding prostate cancer biology than developing new treatments - can sometimes feel like the clinical sterility of their lab is a long way from the living, breathing men behind the numbers. These men, when you stop to think about it, are the reason they get out of bed in the morning.
You cannot babysit your own kids, what you are doing is being a responsible adult or parent and looking after the produce of your (probably) misguided fumblings (anyone who claims this clearly has no wish to be a dad so it must have been a mistake, am I right?).
A diagnoses of infertility can have very serious psychological effects on both the male and the female. Both partners may become overwhelmed by feelings of depression, anxiety, guilt, and grief.
When you live high in rainforest canopies with other closely related species, what you do need to recognise is your own kind, for breeding and other social purposes. Could Hipsters be trying to stand out in the city jungle as a different species?
Plug grafts are an archaic form of hair transplantation that was popular in the 1980s. They left many patients with results which were not aesthetically pleasing and many people have turned to today's refined techniques in order to rectify the appearance of their scalps.
Men United is one team I am happy to support, without question. Sometimes we have to turn a blind eye to our friends little quirks and oddities, I know I did. My best mate is an Evertonian, I am a dyed-in-the-wool Red. And that's exactly what Prostate Cancer UK wants us all to do: get your friends together and do something great to beat this horrible disease that affects one in eight men. Men United hits the spot for a lot of people and has got some top blokes in its team. 200,000 and counting - and I'm one of them.
The media is certainly giving the impression that something is afoot in the hood we call father. Just two years ago, Netmums revealed that nine out of ten parents felt TV dads do not reflect the contribution that fathers actually make to family life.
Dads often suffer a crisis of masculinity, particularly stay-at-home dads who rely on their partner as the breadwinner, finding themselves reluctant to ask for money from the partner, which goes against their natural instinct as a male, to be able to provide, to be self-sufficient and a role model to their child.
You and I both know that charities are great at churning out stats, but with one in eight men (and an astonishing one in four black men) affected by prostate cancer in their lifetime, these numbers quickly become brothers, best mates, uncles, grandfathers, and even sons.
I acknowledge the annoyance that some of you might have with men. But what I do find interesting in all the irritation directed at the male sex is the shrinking space available for men to just be themselves.
Mothers, daughters, women, they're not objects for your sexual gratification but people and anyone who doesn't treat them as such, well you're the ones who don't deserve any respect. I just don't know what goes through the minds of these men. Who thinks this is okay, then kisses their wife and daughter goodnight, and doesn't see the problem?
Witnessing the lives of men in London, it seems to me that many of them (many of us) are holding onto a destructive, warped and conditioned view of what happiness really is. A view that being masculine means you have to act, speak and behave in a certain way.
Firstly, I thought well there's no censorship on the models nipples and they are expressed naturally so surely that's a good thing? Women having the choice to not wear a bra and do what they want in terms of their breasts? Then I quickly realised the clear difference between the two.
I was about to remove my most defining physical feature and I was scared that I would lose my identity. There's no doubt about it, when people see someone with dreadlocks they have certain preconceptions about what the person will be like.