Sometimes I get the old, “I’m going to die all alone” blues. Nothing dire or overly dramatic. Really.
They usually happen on Sunday. So, like….today.
I texted a female friend with this concern, and her response:
Then a male friend:
I’m not gonna lie– the male friend snapped me out of it.
Interestingly, the general FEMALE reaction to Last Night’s Date has been two enthusiastic thumbs up (the words “marry him or I will give up on life entirely” have been used in a not-at-all dramatic fashion), while the general MALE reaction has been wholly unimpressed.
I went to dinner with my friends Gabi and Adam last night. Gabi was intiaitlly not sure, but then decided she was on Team Prankster….Adam was wholeheartedly anti.
Then this morning I received an email from a friend in California, saying that everyone in LA (and by everyone, she pretty much just meant herself) was rooting for him. I forwarded this to Gabi and Adam to prove that people are on totally on Team Prankster. Adam stood firm.
Slow clap video referenced in email: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZHI88infeU
I have a male friend who, every single time I get mad, annoyed, frustrated, or start acting even the slightest bit irrational, says “Ok, somebody has her period….”
And when he makes sexist, pig-headed, misogynistic statements like this, it never fails to exacerbate my frustration/anger/irrationality/annoyance even more.
Because I hate it when he’s right.
I have a male friend who recently went through some tough times and, partially due to my influence, has now started therapy. I’m so proud of him for giving therapy a chance, but still– as this conversation* highlights, could he BE more of a dude?
(*posted with his full permission and approval):