Men.
Do you like men? I'll be brutally honest—I don't. I know it's not something to be proud of, but it is what it is. I want to like men, cause, DUH, I'm a man too! However, try as I may, it has become increasingly difficult for me to trust, let alone like, men. Why this self-loathing, you may ask? Am I not technically hating myself? Do I not sound like those misandrist fourth-wave feminists who cook up their own problems just so that they can villainize men? Probably I do. And trust me, I do not like it one bit. Nonetheless, I cannot help it. It's just that the way men have usually behaved with me (and with the people around me—mostly women, but sometimes also "weak/effeminate" men—whom they love calling snowflakes—) has forced me to view them with disdain and suspicion. I could directly relate a particular incident, but I am too embarassed (moreso I do not wish for a scandal) to do so; suffice to say that when lawyers and feminists say men can be beasts,