Why it’s so important we keep seeing grown men cry on TV.

Jarrod Woodgate’s stricken face is front-and-centre on many mainstream news websites today.

The Bachelorette‘s runner up suffered what could be described as one of the most heart-wrenching rejections in the franchise’s history.

“With love you’ve got to think with your heart,” Sophie Monk gently told Jarrod on Channel 10 on Thursday night.

“In my head, you’re everything I’ve been looking for. Absolutely everything. In my head, I know you’re everything. But my heart belongs to someone else.”

After letting out a painful whimper-like sound, panic settled into the 32-year-old vineyard worker’s eyes. He thought we was going to walk off set with a new girlfriend; instead he would be returning to his same old life, away from the glitz of reality TV, only now with a wounded heart.

Listen: Zara McDonald and I debrief on The Bachelorette finale on Bach Chat. (Post continues…)

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It sounds hyperbolic – like I’m taking this sugary surface show a touch too seriously and need to get a grip – but we know The Bachelorette wasn’t about gaining more Instagram followers or securing a modelling contract for Jarrod. You just had to see the tears streaming down his face to know that.

Jarrod referred to Sophie as the “love of my life” in the finale episode. He was steadfast in his love and adoration for her. He was – is – an emotional guy, and when it didn’t pan out, we saw that emotion overflow into hot, unrelenting tears.

“I didn’t see that coming,” he struggled to squeeze out to producers, dabbing his eyes with a napkin. “You finally find a purpose in life and thinking that you’ve got a future with this girl and everything’s looking up… and… it hurts.”

Seeing tears spring from the eyes of a man in peak time television is not something we’re accustomed to. NRL and AFL Grand Finals aside – where burly men embrace each other and weep with joy of a win or crush of defeat – we don’t see such raw displays of emotion.

Hell, if we look at popular culture, it’s almost as if men are physically incapable of crying.

“I feel so uncomfortable, I can’t watch this,” some women in the Mamamia office said as Jarrod wept. “It feels weird.”

Perhaps in these instances, some of us feel awkward and uncomfortable because the idea of a man opening sobbing – displaying the full range of emotions that a woman might – is foreign. Some of us grimaced and fidgeted as Jarrod sobbed, because somehow, even in 2017, watching a man openly cry still feels like we are witnessing something we shouldn’t be. Like we’re intruders, or that what we’re seeing is something to keep private.

News flash: The more men cry, the better. For all of us.

We need to see men crying on TV.

Bravo to Jarrod for not feeling he needed to "toughen up" or "keep it together" for the sake of masculinity. Masculinity is b*llshit. It's a prison that keeps men 'strong' and depressed, and women 'weak' and 'emotional'.

Men can (and should) cry whenever they want.

Crying is a cathartic release. I should know. I regularly cry at everything from those WorkSafe ads to marginally unjust petrol prices.

So let it out, fellas. Let it all out. Let's have a big old sob fest together.

The more men we see cry, the more men will sit down to watch reality TV on Thursday night at 9:15pm and realise that, hey, it's okay to bawl my eyes out when I'm feeling really awful. It's okay to not bottle stuff up. It's okay to not be stoic and grunt my emotions away. It's okay to cry floods of tears if I damn well feel like it.

And if you ask me? That's a bloody good thing.

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