Male Toxicity: The Unspoken Epidemic of Our Times

Male toxicity refers to patterns in which masculinity is constructed around dominance, emotional suppression, aggression, entitlement, and power over others. These patterns are not just private. They are social. They affect relationships, families, workplaces, and institutions. For many women, they signal that marriage, long-term commitment, or shared life may not feel safe or equal. For society as a whole, they erode trust, safety, and fairness.

The slow rot beneath the surface

Toxic masculinity is not just about men behaving badly. It’s a social design. It’s the way masculinity has been built around dominance, emotional suppression, aggression, entitlement, and control. These traits aren’t private quirks, they are public forces shaping families, workplaces, and institutions. For many women, they make partnership feel unsafe or unequal. For society, they corrode trust, fairness, and peace.

We like to talk about progress, women breaking barriers, gender equality gaining ground, workplaces growing more inclusive. But beneath this surface of modernity runs a darker current. Male toxicity isn’t a few bad men or isolated events; it’s a cultural flaw we’ve normalized.

From the boardroom to the bedroom, women are still told to “adjust.”
If a husband is angry, it’s her tone.
If a male boss is rude, it’s her lack of resilience.
If a boy is violent, it’s the mother’s fault for being too soft.

Generation after generation, women learn that safety and dignity are negotiable — because the world forgives male aggression and rewards female endurance.

The unbearable normal

We have learned to live with male toxicity. That may sound harsh, but look closely. Every time a woman is told to “adjust,” we ignore her discomfort. Every time abuse is excused as “temper,” we dismiss the harm. Every time a child hears “boys will be boys,” we reinforce harmful expectations. These actions renew an ancient social contract. This contract trades women’s safety and dignity for the comfort of male entitlement.

This contract has governed homes, workplaces, and nations for centuries. What’s different today is that women are walking away, from marriages, from unsafe workplaces, and from the illusion that patience will reform patriarchy.

What we are witnessing is not rebellion. It’s survival.

A society built to forgive men

In India, normalization begins early. Boys are taught control, not compassion. Girls are taught silence, not self-respect. A son’s anger is excused; a daughter’s pain is dismissed. One grows up entitled to power; the other learns to live with fear.

This conditioning seeps into every institution. Marital rape is still not a crime. Domestic violence is underreported and often withdrawn under pressure. NCRB data in 2024 revealed that every third woman in India faces domestic abuse at some point — and that’s only what’s recorded. “Adjust and endure” remains society’s silent policy.

Globally, the pattern repeats. Men dominate headlines not for what they build, but for what they destroy.
In the U.S., most mass shooters are men.
In Iran and Afghanistan, male authority strips women of freedom.
In wars across Ukraine, Gaza, and Sudan, men plan and prolong destruction, while women and children pay the price.

Whether it’s a man taking hostages, an abusive husband setting a woman on fire, or a CEO silencing a female employee, the pattern is chillingly consistent: violence, power, control.

Society doesn’t just tolerate male toxicity. It rationalizes it.

And men suffer too, trapped in narrow roles of provider, protector, or punisher. Deprived of empathy and emotional literacy, they become victims of the very system they benefit from.

But women still pay more, in unpaid care, emotional labor, and the daily effort to survive male rage. Every mother raising a son today carries a quiet fear: What kind of man will he become if the world keeps teaching him that softness is weakness?

The workplaces of silence

India’s workplaces mirror its homes. Hierarchies are invisible but powerful. Leadership remains male-heavy; aggression is mistaken for competence.
This “masculinity contest culture,” as researchers call it, rewards dominance, long hours, and posturing.
Women who resist are labeled “difficult.” Men who refuse it are labeled “weak.”

This silent toxicity costs more than morale. It drains innovation, deepens attrition, and erodes collaboration. Yet most organizations still treat it as an HR topic, not a governance issue. Diversity workshops cannot fix what leadership refuses to name.

A generational reckoning

We stand at a crossroads.
Our children will inherit either our silence or our courage.
If we keep excusing toxicity as tradition, they will grow up in broken families, unsafe workplaces, and emotionally barren relationships.

The collapse won’t be sudden. It will creep in, as loneliness disguised as freedom, fear disguised as caution, and mistrust disguised as independence.
Women will stop believing in love.
Men will stop understanding intimacy.
Society will fracture, not from ideology, but from the absence of empathy.

If we do not break this cycle, the future will look like this:

  • Women opting out of marriage and motherhood altogether.
  • Workplaces divided by resentment, not respect.
  • Children growing up without emotional compass.
  • A world run by angry men,emotionally bankrupt and morally desensitized.

Male toxicity is not just a gender problem. It’s a civilizational one. It corrodes empathy, destabilizes homes, and threatens the very fabric of human connection.

We must pause. Rethink. Rebuild.

Because a culture that teaches women to adapt and men to dominate is not sustainable. It is violent, and it is collapsing.

Reform, education, and accountability are tools. But introspection is the beginning.
Each man must examine the privileges he mistakes for rights.
Each institution must confront the behaviors it quietly rewards.
Each family must stop raising sons who think respect is optional.

Male toxicity is not a women’s burden to fix. It is society’s disease, and curing it will demand collective courage.

If we fail, our children will inherit a world where empathy is extinct, equality is fiction, and humanity itself feels unsafe.

That is the true cost of silence.

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Male Toxicity: The Unspoken Epidemic of Our Times

Male toxicity refers to patterns in which masculinity is constructed around dominance, emotional suppression, aggression, entitlement, and power over others. These patterns are not just private. They are social. They affect relationships, families, workplaces, and institutions. For many women, they signal that marriage, long-term commitment, or shared life may not feel safe or equal. For society as a whole, they erode trust, safety, and fairness.

The slow rot beneath the surface

Toxic masculinity is not just about men behaving badly. It’s a social design. It’s the way masculinity has been built around dominance, emotional suppression, aggression, entitlement, and control. These traits aren’t private quirks, they are public forces shaping families, workplaces, and institutions. For many women, they make partnership feel unsafe or unequal. For society, they corrode trust, fairness, and peace.

We like to talk about progress, women breaking barriers, gender equality gaining ground, workplaces growing more inclusive. But beneath this surface of modernity runs a darker current. Male toxicity isn’t a few bad men or isolated events; it’s a cultural flaw we’ve normalized.

From the boardroom to the bedroom, women are still told to “adjust.”
If a husband is angry, it’s her tone.
If a male boss is rude, it’s her lack of resilience.
If a boy is violent, it’s the mother’s fault for being too soft.

Generation after generation, women learn that safety and dignity are negotiable — because the world forgives male aggression and rewards female endurance.

The unbearable normal

We have learned to live with male toxicity. That may sound harsh, but look closely. Every time a woman is told to “adjust,” we ignore her discomfort. Every time abuse is excused as “temper,” we dismiss the harm. Every time a child hears “boys will be boys,” we reinforce harmful expectations. These actions renew an ancient social contract. This contract trades women’s safety and dignity for the comfort of male entitlement.

This contract has governed homes, workplaces, and nations for centuries. What’s different today is that women are walking away, from marriages, from unsafe workplaces, and from the illusion that patience will reform patriarchy.

What we are witnessing is not rebellion. It’s survival.

A society built to forgive men

In India, normalization begins early. Boys are taught control, not compassion. Girls are taught silence, not self-respect. A son’s anger is excused; a daughter’s pain is dismissed. One grows up entitled to power; the other learns to live with fear.

This conditioning seeps into every institution. Marital rape is still not a crime. Domestic violence is underreported and often withdrawn under pressure. NCRB data in 2024 revealed that every third woman in India faces domestic abuse at some point — and that’s only what’s recorded. “Adjust and endure” remains society’s silent policy.

Globally, the pattern repeats. Men dominate headlines not for what they build, but for what they destroy.
In the U.S., most mass shooters are men.
In Iran and Afghanistan, male authority strips women of freedom.
In wars across Ukraine, Gaza, and Sudan, men plan and prolong destruction, while women and children pay the price.

Whether it’s a man taking hostages, an abusive husband setting a woman on fire, or a CEO silencing a female employee, the pattern is chillingly consistent: violence, power, control.

Society doesn’t just tolerate male toxicity. It rationalizes it.

And men suffer too, trapped in narrow roles of provider, protector, or punisher. Deprived of empathy and emotional literacy, they become victims of the very system they benefit from.

But women still pay more, in unpaid care, emotional labor, and the daily effort to survive male rage. Every mother raising a son today carries a quiet fear: What kind of man will he become if the world keeps teaching him that softness is weakness?

The workplaces of silence

India’s workplaces mirror its homes. Hierarchies are invisible but powerful. Leadership remains male-heavy; aggression is mistaken for competence.
This “masculinity contest culture,” as researchers call it, rewards dominance, long hours, and posturing.
Women who resist are labeled “difficult.” Men who refuse it are labeled “weak.”

This silent toxicity costs more than morale. It drains innovation, deepens attrition, and erodes collaboration. Yet most organizations still treat it as an HR topic, not a governance issue. Diversity workshops cannot fix what leadership refuses to name.

A generational reckoning

We stand at a crossroads.
Our children will inherit either our silence or our courage.
If we keep excusing toxicity as tradition, they will grow up in broken families, unsafe workplaces, and emotionally barren relationships.

The collapse won’t be sudden. It will creep in, as loneliness disguised as freedom, fear disguised as caution, and mistrust disguised as independence.
Women will stop believing in love.
Men will stop understanding intimacy.
Society will fracture, not from ideology, but from the absence of empathy.

If we do not break this cycle, the future will look like this:

  • Women opting out of marriage and motherhood altogether.
  • Workplaces divided by resentment, not respect.
  • Children growing up without emotional compass.
  • A world run by angry men,emotionally bankrupt and morally desensitized.

Male toxicity is not just a gender problem. It’s a civilizational one. It corrodes empathy, destabilizes homes, and threatens the very fabric of human connection.

We must pause. Rethink. Rebuild.

Because a culture that teaches women to adapt and men to dominate is not sustainable. It is violent, and it is collapsing.

Reform, education, and accountability are tools. But introspection is the beginning.
Each man must examine the privileges he mistakes for rights.
Each institution must confront the behaviors it quietly rewards.
Each family must stop raising sons who think respect is optional.

Male toxicity is not a women’s burden to fix. It is society’s disease, and curing it will demand collective courage.

If we fail, our children will inherit a world where empathy is extinct, equality is fiction, and humanity itself feels unsafe.

That is the true cost of silence.

#culturalPatriarchy #domesticViolence #emotionalAbuse #feminismInIndia #genderInequality #genderJustice #genderSensitization #genderBasedViolence #maleToxicity #maritalRapeLaw #masculinityCrisis #patriarchy #policyReform #powerAndControl #socialReform #societalConditioning #theHinduEditorial #toxicMasculinity

art focus – fold/unfold – sonia khurana

Folding:
Fold, repeat, fold
folding—or doubling—of my thought into yours.
“The inside is nothing more than the fold of the outside”
: announces the fold.

The above lines and a cacophony of text, word, image, and thought spanning nearly 20 years meet me as I walk into the dimmed art gallery in a quiet bylane in Mumbai’s historic Fort district. The halls are shrouded in darkness with jewel-like LCD screens emitting video art of unabashedly personal, intimate, narcissist, and at times erotic conversations of the artist with herself.

I find myself thinking out aloud: this is what it must be like to step into one’s innermost recesses—where demons and angels reside. Where battles are fought between our limitations and desires, and the uncrowned unvetted winners bask in themselves.

A Delhi-based artist and post-Graduate from the Royal College of Art, London, Sonia Khurana is no stranger on the international circuit. Her string of accolades and exhibitions over the past two decades are testimony to her radical, resistant art and seasoned use of lens-based media. She uses the latter in combination with performance, text, drawing, sound, music, and installation to create a voice uniquely her own. Fold/Unfold is her first solo exhibition in Mumbai.

Let it be clarified from the outset that Khurana’s work is not something you can waft in and out of to put a tick mark against a check box. The oft stipulated gallery visit allocation of half an hour or so does not even scratch the surface in her case.

There is no simple narrative here. Instead it is dense and layered, demanding from its audience a commitment to untangle her multiple “stutterings or stammerings” as she calls them. In her art, Khurana is the artist, subject, as well as her own muse.

So what does the viewer get in return for their effort? Her work offers a revelling in the depths of the human inner world, and at times a fissure sliced into our own darkness. Whether we choose to let some light in or not, into our own darkness, is irrelevant. What matters is the stepping into this space.

Folding – I

Khurana’s invitation to enter her inner recesses commences on a gentle unassuming note with “Surreal Pond I—Epiphany | 2013” and “House Anatomy | 2014” where a pond full of green mist and ants, respectively, regenerate themselves much like living throbbing organisms. There is a hint of the title in the mirroring, made more explicit through a deep red handmade accordion book which reads: The problem is not how to finish a fold, but how to keep folding it.

Look closely and the artist peers through in an eye heavy with insomnia and in another video, anguished, as her pencil-drawn hand claws out the words “start from scratch.”

I look for a bench or something to seat myself in an attempt to absorb the sights and sounds flashing around the room in a loop, but there is nothing. Instead, I find myself sucked into the darkness beyond where behind heavy curtains and in deep niches she recounts her interiority.


“The problem is not how to finish a fold but how to keep folding it”: Artist’s handmade accordion book with digital drawing and text [part unfolded] [2012]
[Quotation: Translated excerpt from Gilles Deleuze text on the fold]


Top: Detail, House Anatomy ; Bottom Left: House Anatomy [vertical spin]: Video, 6 minutes, black and white, silent, loop, HD [2014]

Top Right: Ants Progression 2 : Single channel, 5 minutes 30 seconds, silent, loop, HD [2013]; Bottom: Start from Scratch : Single channel moving image, 4 minutes, black and white, silent, loop, SD [2006]; Both are part of Dream Anthology: Dynamic wall installation, variable of still and moving image work [2014]


Surreal Pond I—Epiphany : Single channel, 4 minutes, colour, silent, HD, moving image, floating projection [2013]

Body Event – II

The centrepiece of the exhibition is also her most intense and vivid work. Khurana’s fascination with herself as both subject and muse comes alive here in all its profoundness.

In “Lone Women Don’t Lie | 1999/2000” one sees images of her in split monitors engrossed in mutual adoration and much nuzzling and pecking. The erotic exchange ends in a fleshy kiss.

Meanwhile in “Bird | 1999” naked and flapping her arms in a desperate attempt to fly but weighed down by the human form, she explores the enclosing nature of self image and the inarticulateness of the human body. “Bird” is especially key as it places her in the feminist discourse and amongst the key South Asian artists working with digital media.

Behind these, in an inner room, Khurana takes the viewer deeper into her mind. Titled “and the One does not stir without the Other | 2014” the room installation comprises two poignantly beautiful works—Sleep Interludes and Sleep Wrestlers.

The two 16-minute video loops scrutinise sleep as both a phenomenon and philosophical object, using twinned images of her mother [whom she also refers to as M-other] and herself. One is in deep sleep, dormant, and the other in perpetual vigil. The text voice-over recounts in the room’s pitch blackness:

Somnolence, Like each waking moment closing down on her with an iron embrace …
Insomnia, Like someone slowly sitting inside the brain, looking for lost words.


Lone Women Don’t Lie : Single channel video, 4 minutes, black and white, silent, loop, SD, edition 3/10 [1999/2000]


Sleep Wrestlers [M-other]: Set of photographic archival, digital prints [2014]; Bottom: Detail


and the One does not stir without the Other : Room installation with moving image, text, voice [2014]

If I can’t dance, am I a part of your revolution – III

The grand finale of Khurana’s provocative exhibition is aptly titled “If I can’t dance, am I a part of your revolution.” It builds on her own understanding of her work as “a stuttering, or stammering, that is involved in evolving a radical resistant self.”

One of her most famous works “Logic of Birds | 2006” takes centrestage here wherein she dons the mantle of an abandoned homeless derelict lying on the ground at different locations pecked on by pigeons. The six-and-a-half minute single channel video projected on the wall is part of her larger project “lying-down-on-the-ground.”

Across the room Emma Goldman’s, a 20th Century feminist and anarchist, famous misquotation glitters in neon lights in mock agreement:

“If I don’t dance, is it still my revolution.”

Conceived in 2006, the project, comprising a series of videos and photographs taken over the years is a proposal to explore an aesthetics based on failure, a profound loss of self and a “device” for entering spaces and cities she has never belonged to. She closes her commentary in it with a gentle invitation to the viewer to join her [on the ground], even if but for a moment, and hence share a space with her, if only momentarily.

The invitation sums up the essence of her showing perfectly. 🙂


Logic of Birds : Single channel video, 6 minutes 30 seconds, projection, colour, sound, edition 3/10 [2006]


if I can’t dance
I don’t want to be part of your revolution.

if I don’t dance,
is it still my revolution?

[Ants Progression 2, Start from Scratch, Surreal Pond I—Epiphany, Lone Women Don’t Lie (left image): Images by Rama Arya; All other images courtesy Chemould Prescott Road]

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Fold/Unfold by Sonia Khurana was on display at the Chemould Prescott Road art gallery, Fort, Mumbai, from 20 January to 25 February, 2017 from 11 am to 7 pm.

[Note: This post is a re-post. It was first published on ramaary.blog on 7 February, 2017. Due to COVID 19 restrictions, I am unable to generate new travel content. In its place I am reposting some of my favourite contemporary Indian artists’ works which I had blogged about earlier.]

#Bird #ChemouldPrescottRoad #EmmaGoldman #FeminismInIndia #FoldUnfold #HouseAnatomy #LogicOfBirds #LoneWomenDonTLie #Photography #SleepInterludes #SleepWrestlers #SoniaKhurana #SurrealPondI #VideoArt