Why Men Prefer The Traditional Latin Mass
It is fairly easy to see why men prefer the Traditional Latin Mass. Whilst perhaps not many men will articulate the reasons for their instinctual preference, I would like to give a clue of why I think it is so. This is, obviously, not considering the intrinsic superiority of the TLM from a liturgical point of view. This here is, so to speak, purely hormonal as opposed to liturgical.
1) it is solemn, ordered and, in a way, military. Its rigid structure, the prescripted movements and gestures are vaguely military, and essentially manly. When you attend a TLM, you know that where the priest comes from he was one of the bulls, not one of the queers.
2) It has no women around the Sanctuary. It says out loud “this Sanctuary here is men’s space”. Or if you prefer another film quotation, it shouts: “this is Sparta!”
Whilst the Novus Ordo sanctuary may also be, blessedly, all-male if the priest is smart or endowed with cojones, in the Tridentine Mass this is a necessary element, and it makes a big difference. It’s like visiting a pizzeria as opposed to go to a fast food joint and hope they have some pizza of sort.
3) It has no repetitions of dubious value. Why the Responsorial Psalm should have one line repeated after each phrase is beyond me. Most who attend do not have Alzheimer’s. It sounds childish to me. Some Novus Ordo priests positively refuse to allow the faithful to “participate” in that fashion. I think they know why.
Mind: of course we repeat things in Catholicism. We pray repeatedly the same prayers (not Francis, of course; but we do). We repeat the ora pro nobis in a Litany. We repeat the “miserere nobis” at Mass, and the “Domine, non sum dignus” is said thrice in the Tridentine. But in all these cases, the repetition makes perfect sense as an emphasis, it does not create the impression the children should be prevented from chatting or being distracted, or may complain they are not “participating” enough.
4) There is no ugly, Protestantised greeting of the priest outside the church after Mass; a feat that now seems common in Europe, perhaps so that old hags do not complain Father neglects them. It’s like old women inviting for tea and scones, and watch out if you are engaged… Isn’t it a wonderful day, vicar? Oh, sorry: Father?
5) There is no risk of some smug septuagenarian old Sixty-Eighter thanking you for coming at Mass, as if you were doing a favour to him personally, or he were God’s Personal Assistant. You see the utter persuasion of their own holiness positively etched in their “welcome”. I am always tempted to answer “no need to thank, ma’am; I am not here for you anyway”.
I confess, never got the nerve. Must do once before I die.
6) It’s reverent and quiet. Never ever have I seen a mother colouring with his child at a TL mass, or playing with him as the mass goes on. Miraculously, people who attend the TLM always find alternative arrangements that do not include considering the Church the extension of the kindergarten. It truly is astonishing. To quote a famous movie for the third time: “A miracle! A miracle!”
None of these point touches on the proper liturgical aspects. But all of them touches on the difference between a place that attracts men as men, and causes some of them to be right there on the sanctuary one day as soldiers; and a place that reminds one very strongly of a kindergarten run by some ominicchio, or even by a limp wrist with a funny voice. Been there, seen and heard that.
Men prefer the Traditional Mass.