I have spoken before about my distaste for men hugging each other (other than family). Even Doc Russia, who despite his fearsome appearance is a hugger, only gets a brief one-armer from me, and even that only because he is one of my closest friends. Maybe I’m a closet Brit:
In today’s touchy-feely society, it may seem like everyone is hugging and planting kisses on each other.
But people are still only comfortable with a formal introductory handshake with a study finding British reserve is alive and well when meeting people for the first time.
A demonstrative hug or continental double kiss is unlikely to go down well, as we are really only comfortable with strangers touching just our hands.
Researchers asked people to mark, on a computer, the parts of their body, front and back, that those in their lives were allowed to touch.
British people had no problem with close relatives and friends touching their face or upper torso when giving them a hug, but did not want strangers to do the same.
No kidding. This is where, despite my French surname, I part ways with my heritage. Men doing the kissy-cheeks thing? Fuck that.
It amazes me that in a time when we seem to be drifting apart from each other, that this unwarranted intimacy is becoming more popular — or maybe the first is the cause of the second, I dunno.
I only hug women, and only women whom I’ve known for a long time or who are intimates (e.g. are themselves close friends, or are married to same), and there is considerable overlap between the two groups.
But men? Nu-uh… it just feels wrong. Some amateur/professional psychologists — once again, overlap — are doubtless going to ascribe this trait to either latent homosexuality or [gasp!] homophobia, but at the best of times I don’t care what other people think of me (and psycho-weenies least of all). Hugging men feels strange, and I don’t like strange.
A good, firm handshake is all we men need. Leave the huggy-kissy bullshit to the Frogs and fags [yes, again some overlap]. Hell, I’d even feel uncomfortable giving a hug to Carol Vorderman, and y’all know what I think of her.
Of course I’d hug her; but only if she asked me to. I have standards.