Coming from a layman on the social sciences, this seems to make so much sense…and it’s right there in front of us. In this society where a boy or man who cries is perceived as soft or effeminate, we often have to “suck up” our tears and keep it moving. As a cryer myself, (sad movies, memories, loss of love or loved ones, etc.) I have learned to find safe haven when the tears flow (alone at home, in my car, in the “can”). I find in it to be a release and relief. Thus, I am secure in my self esteem and comfortable in my own skin. Thanks for for the affirmation.