Bro-mance before Ho...mance?

Caught this little gem on the Feministing Community this morning.




I don't entirely understand my fascination with Bromance. Perhaps it stems from watching (male-born, hetero and predominantly white) men who, as utterly infatuated with one-another, refuse to express their love in any way that is remotely sexual.*

WTF is up with putting a woman into the trunk of a car? This musical interlude exemplifies everything that is peculiar about male homo-social bonding. Violence, sexual curiousity, homophobia, misogyny, heterosexism, the list of academic jargonistic expressions can go on.
It's as if they want to publicly express their friendship, but in order to preempt any social mocking, they make a spectacle of themselves. If they turn the joke inwards, that is if they become self-deprecating, they are safely able to show their feelings without anyone taking it too seriously. Much in the same way that the court jester was able to criticize the king, these dudes are using a ridiculous musical platform to tell the "truth" without fearing backlash. Indeed, they may even earn extra points in the eyes of other hetero men who secretly wish that they were able to show their love for their friends.

Whenever someone says that the "male" mind is simple, I seriously want to tell them to put down their copy of "He's Just Not That Into You" and give it a little more thought. Interrogations of masculinity reveal some constraining and disciplining social norms, which are entirely unfair to those born male. For realz, how healthy is it that men reminisce about the FIGHTS they got into, and the crimes they committed together? Men--in my humble opinion-- are complicated. And thus, I will continue to be fascinated by the bromance.

*By 'love', I don't necessarily mean 'romance' or 'sex', I am referring to any point on that spectrum of relating to another