"There's a spectrum, like anything, of the male experience within movements and such. It seems that war and Fight Club and violence against women are merely the gross manifestation of the same idea as The Art of War, The War of Art, and befriending the ultimate female, Mother Nature, in rock climbing. One side constrains, restricts, pushes and screams, the other allows, contains, connects and contemplates.
But whatever side of the spectrum you sit at, both do not look like a lady."
The whole article on a+W here