Others comment that most primitive societies have coming of age rituals for young men and that even historically one sees disorderly gangs occurring in situations where such does not exist/satisfy.
My own take on it is that one needn't appeal to hormones but merely the mechanics of birth and reproduction.
I think this is an issue that women, especially feminists, should participate in wholeheartedly and generously, for all kinds of reasons. My most pressing reason is that I have boy children, and I care deeply about their presents and futures. The weeks of school shooting and threats that we've been through have caused me a lot of anxiety. Sometimes I wonder how I will cope with the teenage years, but since I have a couple of really good single mother models who have raised wonderful pro-feminist young men, I think I'll be OK - as long as I keep paying attention.
But I only vaguely understand what you're referring to with regard to the mechanics of birth and reproduction. Is this another way of saying "men have womb envy"? Or: "women are involved in life-giving activities and men take care of the activities of death" - ?
If it is, that really doesn't do it for me. You don't need to be sans utérus to feel existential despair or self-worthlessness. Women, even ones who've had children, can feel it too, and can be every bit as destructive about it - though it might play out in subtler ways.
Just as an example, I caught an article about cosmetic surgery in the NYTimes yesterday, and the last few paragraphs carried a pretty good explanation as to why a woman would submit her body to all kinds of unnecessary and damaging surgeries.
At its most extreme, this craze for plastic surgery is more than a display of culturally conditioned self-hatred. It is, rather, a current manifestation of female masochism — a sister compulsion to anorexia, bulimia, cutting and excessive tattooing and piercing. Here ritual, aesthetics, theatrics and exhibitionism are ceremonious enactments of self-annihilation in the hope of transcendence (if you’re a romantic) or escape (if you’re a realist). These are death and resurrection exercises. Self-loathing, on the other hand, keeps you firmly in the eternal hell of the here and now.Link
Asked if she ever considered a career, Mrs. X, the film-colony wife, replies: “No, because I was never going to be that good at anything. Or at least I was never going to be so good at anything that I would have made a difference.” The disguise of a woman who has sewn, injected and scraped her surface into a masked carapace is only a distraction from her profound, perhaps unconscious sadness. Here the pathos in the Bride of Frankenstein’s agonized cinematic scream finds a brand-new face.
I apologize to have brought this around to women's experience even in this forum, but my intent is to show that we have more in common than what divides us.
When I see my son going through stuff in school and then trying to work it out in his head, I often think 'oh god, I can totally understand why you feel the way you do, and I can remember feeling just as frustrated and powerless." I get to see some different dynamics (or maybe the same dynamics from a different perspective) because he is a boy, but the feelings and motivations are essentially the same ones I felt at his age.