A normal Sunday afternoon in the park with my wife and our three-year old daughter. Out of the corner of my eye another little girl is swinging from the monkey bars. She’s almost two metres off the ground and is visibly distressed.

My first instinct is to rush to her aid but I stay planted to the ground as I look around anxiously to see if one of her parents is going to help her. If she falls, she’s going to hurt herself, possibly break a limb. But still I don’t step in to help. Fortunately, a female friend stepped in to save the day.

Why didn’t I help her? For the same reason that I’m happy to take my daughter to soccer but not to ballet class. Because I’m a man.

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