I'm not a fan of those women who are constantly bashing men. You know the ones. Not just the die-hard feminists who scoff at a man holding open the door for them, but also the ones who always seem to be rolling their eyes while their husbands share a story or constantly theorizing about a would-be beau's ulterior motives. The ones who at first glance seem to like men (because they're with one, right?) but rarely offer praise in support of these men that are so integral to their daily lives. It's a downfall of modern culture that, in the process of asserting ourselves, we women have let a pervading sense of doubt and condescension infiltrate just about every interaction we have with men. And then we wonder why the world is plagued with unhappy relationships…
Don't get me wrong; I'm not putting men on a pedestal here. But neither should we women be so quick to put ourselves on one. Sure, I've been mistreated by men (see: long list of various ex-boyfriends and dates gone horribly awry), but I've also been loved, supported and educated by men. It is my girlfriends that comfort and hold me, but it is the men in my life who, without fail, have challenged me to be a better person. They are the ones to bluntly tell me when I'm in the wrong, demand that I do better, encourage me to step outside my comfort zone. They are the guiding lights that keep me moving steadily on course. I can name more men than women who have played a strong role in who I am as a person – and this is coming from a woman who grew up without a father.
I like your style, well said. You are very good at writing as well, guess I'll have to read your blog from now on :)
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