Bro-Hug Buddies
March, 2015
WHY HAVE MEN EMBRACED THE EMBRACE? OUR WRITER MISSES THE HANDSHAKE I n 1994 my friend Ross picked me up from the airport and hugged me. I didn't know what to make of this. Was he gay? Did he have cancer? Did he think I was about to fall? Was he very, very cold? Had he been in some freak accident that had caused the muscles in both his hands to wither away so dramatically they were unable to grip mine? No, Ross had moved to Los Angeles to become a director and therefore was early to the bro hug....
