It's mostly true, but things are changing. My mates and I feel comfortable talking about our shit. We've discussed plenty of heavy stuff, including our insecurities and depression. Not one friend told me to harden up or called me a pussy when I told them about crying my brains out over divorce and other losses in my life. But yeah...with some friends, when heavy stuff comes up— it's a head nod, a couple of swearing one-liners, and then we talk about fishing, surfing, and ladies. Hah!