But it’s hard to learn new patterns when your brain’s shrieking “Cooties!” If we accepted healthy touching, would we suddenly realize that “normal” male-to-male contact was actually really creepy? Perhaps we’d put an end to street brawling, locker-room ass-taping, and the L.A. Man Hug. We don’t have to love every weirdly intimate male moment we find ourselves in, but acting as if it’s grounds for sexual harassment every time a guy brushes against us is a kind of sissiness. And isn’t that what we’ve all been so thoroughly programmed to disdain?