Men, We Need Five Minutes of Your Time

And we need you to ask us an important question.

After a week chock full of encounters with some of the worst men I have ever come across — from an angry sociopath to a pedophile to your garden variety creep— my faith in men was lower than it had ever been.

Then a friend texted me. He’s a sweetheart. One of the good ones. He read one of my recent pieces. He reached out with some humor. He could sense my frustration and I loved that it was his way of just checking in with me. I told him a felt defeated.

I told him that I never considered myself a feminist until I became single. Somehow, I feel changed.

Sure, I have fallen victim to gender discrimination, had demeaning comments made to me by a male boss and been paid less than male counterparts. All while I was married.

But, with a man in my house every day I felt some sort of weird level or removal from the overarching concerns of the women around me. What I dealt with in the workplace was bullshit. But, once I left the office, I felt sheltered from it. I had some pretty stellar blinders. They’re gone now.

My friend asked me a simple question: “Educate me on feminism…