I have mixed feelings about Ernest Hemingway. I both admire him yet look down on him. On one hand, he's the epitome of masculinity. He was good looking, he knew how to hunt, fish, and survive in nature; he fought in both World Wars and could entice many women. But on the other hand, he was really bipolar when it came to his kids, one moment he's yelling at them, the next he's praising them; when he was with them, he was a loving, almost too loving father, but when he was away from them, he hardly ever thought of them.
Hemingway is a hard person to understand. During his childhood, his mother dressed him up as a girl, making him wear girl clothing until he was the age of 6. So it's understandable that him trying to be masculine his entire life was to make up for his early childhood. If I was forced to wear girl's clothing until 6 years old, I would also try to assert my masculinity later on in life. But it's these masculine traits that make me admire him. He's very confident and not afraid to get down and dirty when push comes to shove. He knows how to survive on his own in nature unlike me who has lived in the city his whole life.
But Hemingway also has his faults. He is constantly looking for new women to sleep with. He would get a wife, spend a few years with them, have a kid or two, then find a new woman to fill his needs. To put it bluntly he was pretty much a dick to all the women. I'm sure the wives were happy during the marriage but once Hemingway brings another girl to live with them, that's just were it gets weird.
Ernest Hemingway was cool as a man but sucked as a husband.
