Men should not cry. If you're crying at one of those movies my wife watches where Ryan Gosling's looking for true love and it's World War I or some shit like that -- then you're a pussy. There's no other way to say it.
Okay, I concede, there are times where, maybe -- just maybe -- it's not the same thing as wearing a pair of panties to let yourself cry. I admit it: I've cried. It happens. You get hit by life, man, and you're crying from your bones. True grief-type stuff. That can be man territory, for sure. But in the end, it doesn't matter if why, or whether you've earned it, or what: men aren't built for crying. It's bad for them. It takes something out of them that can't be put back easily. It's dangerous for a man to cry.
That's not the same thing for a woman. A woman cries and it passes through her better. It's clean. This is going to sound sexist to some of you, but it's like those ads for Drano where they show hairballs and crap built up in the elbow of the drain, and the Drano goes in and flushes it all out. I'm not saying a woman is a clogged sink, but it is kinda like that. There's something stuck inside her, and then she cries and all the hairballs of her emotions get kicked loose and after it she feels better. She is better.