Where’s Nordic-Boy? A Game for Our Time
A couple of weeks ago, I went to a performance of a touring New York-based modern dance company. I had been looking forward to going. I was in a dance company decades ago, but I’ve lost touch with dance over the years, and the prospect of this reconnection with something that at one time was a big part of my life had great appeal.
As it turned out, overall it was a superb performance. One problem for me, though, was that while the woman were as I remember them when I danced, the men seemed feminized, the best word I can think of to describe it. It was a unisex presentation that evening, tilted distinctly toward the feminine. Women were women, and men were women. In truth, it made me uncomfortable.
I asked myself, is what I’m seeing an artistic reflection of a larger social/cultural pattern, men becoming women-like? Is this artistic expression, this example, to any extent contributing to changes in male gender identity and behavior in other, non-artistic, realms—that is to say, to the idea that the way to be a man involves, in good part, in great part, emulating women? What will young boys in the audience who are interested in becoming dancers conclude about what it means to be a male dancer?
During intermission, I looked through the program handed out to everyone in attendance that evening. It was about fifteen pages, slick paper, well-done, put together by the performing arts center that had sponsored the dance company’s performance. It included pitches for the center’s education and arts activities. “Our education programs strive to engage learners of all ages in the creative process, nurture artistic skill development, cultivate lifelong appreciation of the performing arts, and make the performing arts an integral part of school and community life.” “Here at [the name of the center], we remain deeply committed to nurturing the artists and audiences of today and tomorrow!”
That sounded good to me. I wish as a youngster I had been exposed to the arts. Baseball, yes; dance, no. I came to dance as an adult, which is possible with modern dance. It isn’t with ballet.
A couple of pictures that accompanied the written material in the program–one having to do with the center’s education programs, the other with its arts programs—caught my eye. Speaking of boys, their virtual absence in the pictures jumped out at me.


What’s this about? I asked myself. What would a boy looking at this think? That art isn’t for him? Would the parent of a son conclude that art isn’t appropriate for a boy?–or a real boy anyway; the boy in the second picture with the lightened hair combed forward looked a bit soft to me. Why were these particular pictures chosen? How conscious was this selection? I flashed on Christina Hoff Sommer’s book, The War Against Boys. “War” is too strong a word for what’s seems to be going on here, but I do suspect that how boys are getting along wasn’t at the top of the care-about list of the people choosing these pictures, and that these pictures wouldn’t have been the reverse, almost exclusively boys. Read more













