With the imminent start, up and down the country, of university Freshers’ Weeks, and the multiple column inches British newspapers are devoting to advice for hapless, confused or merely teenage teenagers, UniLad is in the news once again. Specifically, the culture it engenders of encouraging young men to exhibit tasteless to offensive to illegal behaviour towards young women and each other, and then to boast about it online.
However boorish most people find these #massivelads, there is still a sense that male bonding is both a natural and a mystical process whose rules are unfathomable to women, and whose impulses are controlled by thousands of years of civilisation and millions of years of biology. From the supposed binary division of a hunter-gatherer society, we’ve apparently modernised: you drink pints and kill small animals while we watch the Food Network and depilate.
Surely this is a medieval notion? That men can – indeed, must – get together to quaff and kill, safe from the tight-lipped disapproval of their womenfolk, and that violent damage is a natural outcome to this?
I would argue, resoundingly, no.
I will not argue against the virulent antifeminism of the medieval period. There were exceptions to the general rule, but in general women were seen as the source of sin, whose task on earth was to lead men into sin. (Many women also ascribed to this view.) Rather, I want to consider a few medievally-endorsed hobbies, suitable for even the most battle-hardened Alpha, perhaps suggesting them as due a comeback, and ask: if these deeply misogynistic men in a fairly violent age could ‘bond’ without drugging, assaulting and humiliating a young woman, why can’t modern British students?
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Hunting, Gambling
You don’t get much more Alpha than Sir Bertilak. When he and Gawain (#fresherLAD) enter into a wager to swap their days’ winnings with one another, Bertilak leads three adrenaline-fuelled hunts, with hounds and sharp weapons, and returns with dismembered bits of a boar, a stag, and a fox. Gawain stays in the castle, respectfully rejecting the advances of his host’s beautiful wife (#matesbeforedates). Verdict: Fewmets? FewMATES!
#stagparty, #williamtwyti
Lay le Freine: Drinking
Two old, anonymous battle-chums get together to chew over the good old days with lashings of ale (#auldlangsyne). One of their wives has twins, the other is natural choice for godfather. Baby Daddy sends his man servant with the news; God Daddy is so pleased he gives the servant a HORSE. (Unfortunately their wives hate each other, and this spurs the action of the rest of the poem.) Verdict: Breton Bromance.
The Reeve’s Tale: Carousing, Admin
Two students take a business trip to Trumpington. A tricky situation is turned into a #massivewin through perseverance, mutual support and really poor lighting. Verdict: Will You Be My Wingman?
Peter Abelard’s Planctus David: Singing, Fighting, Emotional Bonding
Biblical Alpha David hears his best buddy Jonathan has bitten it in battle. He kills the messenger (#revengeLAD), then sings a lament for Jonathan and padre Saul, reliving the old days and reflecting: ‘thy love was wonderful to me, passing the love of women’ (#matesbeforedates). Also David has an epic vocal range (#darkhorse). Verdict: Dolorum Brolacium
The Tale of Sir Gareth of Orkney: Cooking, Organised Sports
Young Gareth runs away from home and comes to Camelot, but is keen that no one, especially his princely brothers, finds out who he is (#modestLAD). Everyone bullies him and he is forced to work in the kitchens. But Sir Lancelot, genuine Alpha, keeps an eye out and helps him fulfil his dream of becoming a knight (#massivewin). Verdict: Arise, Sir LADcelot.
Good bros colour-coordinate
Troilus and Criseyde: Carousing, Diplomacy
Elderly bro Pandarus helps his younger buddy Troilus score with his smoking hot niece Criseyde. When Troilus isn’t wooing, or tearing it up on the battlefield (#HomericLAD), he and Pandarus chill and discuss the finer points of love. It’s not unlad-like to express your emotions. Verdict: Brojan War.
Beowulf: Where to start?
Ultimate Dark Ages Alpha? Check. Band of supportive bros? Check. Hospitable mead hall? Check. Reciting of inspirational or instructional tales which clearly demarcate the expected behaviour of a hero and a good ruler? Check. Respectful attitude towards women? Check. Community spirit which leads to the vanquishing of three threats (#brosbeforefoes), even if the final victory is darkened by the death of the hero, possibly attributable to greed, which some would argue is the point of the character arc of a respectable but essentially irredeemable human protagonist? Check. Ray Winstone here to kill your monstah? More checks than Nike. Verdict: þæt wæs god LAD!
Coda: None of this is to suggest that young men should give up swapping and take up jousting, but that is exactly what I’m suggesting.