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My Analysis of Disney’s “The Fox and the Hound” as an Allegory for the Tragedy of Masculine Expectation

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So to briefly re-cap, the movie is about Todd and Copper, two friends (a fox and a dog, respectively) who were best friends in childhood, but grew up and apart. Dogs are supposed to hunt foxes, which is why they can no longer be friends. So their difference in species was what drove them apart, right?

Well, all my childhood, that’s what I thought the movie was about—Todd and Copper’s splintered friendship being a result of their incompatibility as a species—but when I look at it now, I’ve formed a different take on it.

I think it’s about the loss of pure childhood love…more specifically, the loss of pure childhood love between young males.

If you think about it, yeah, while Todd and Copper are cartoon animals, so it doesn’t really count, they were kind of “gay.” When they played together, they would roll all over each other, touch noses, have honest discussions of feelings with each other, and basically did a lot of things that didn’t conform to typical “masculine” interaction, as young boys do.

But when they get older, Copper “butches up” and becomes a hunting dog. Todd finds a female mate. Even when they briefly acknowledge at the end of the movie, it’s a bittersweet reconciliation for them. They both know that it won’t be the same—that it can’t be the same for them. They are “grown men” now.

They can’t be friends in the same innocent way as they were before—not because Todd and Copper are different species—but because Todd and Copper are now adult males, and society expects adult males to act and feel a certain way. Which essentially means they aren’t allowed to feel.

And thus ends the pureness of the bond that they had before.

Sadly, there is that point in every young male’s life where he has to let that innocent childhood love for one another male go, for fear of it—and himself—being construed as not “manly.”

Now I don’t want to say that it’s the fear of being construed as “gay” because it really isn’t only about that.

The “man box” extends beyond just the fear of homosexuality—it’s the fear of emotion…the fear of empathy…the fear of sincerity…the fear of platonic love…the fear of all those innocent things that made childhood such a wonderful for everyone, male and female.

Obviously, I’m not male, so I really can’t completely empathize. But females honestly have it a lot better in terms of society’s expectations for their friendships. We can be close throughout childhood and adulthood without being looked down upon or ridiculed.

But men in adulthood must distance themselves from one another in order to conform to society’s expectation of what it means to be “masculine.”

To be sardonic. To be aloof. To be at the top…..when all it really means is to be alone.

And if you know me, there is pretty much nothing in the world that I find more beautiful than a good bromance, so this movie is just genuinely fucking tragic to me.