Letter to some pretty neat male human beings

Today I'm putting aside my casual hatred of men to make a post about the ones I appreciate. I'm thankful for the dudes who make my life a little bit cooler:

• To the large dude on my bus who wears powder pink high tops;
• To the guys in the coffee shop who switch up their indie playlists for the occasional ABBA, which makes Monday mornings a little bit easier to stomach;
• To the businessman in front of me in line, who grooved to "Dancing Queen" without any hint of embarrassment;
• To the Rolling Stones and the Beatles, reasons obvious;
• To my PI, a man who is so good at being a boss that I somehow never have any complaints (about him);
• To my dad;
• To my awesome boyfriend, who not only puts up with my neuroses but sometimes claims to like them;
• To the men (and women, too) who have invented and improved modern plumbing so that I can take hot showers and use indoor toilets.

Props to you, dudes. Props.


Enjoy that. It's all you'll get from me until men learn what it's like to menstruate.