I've been thinking quite a bit about the way men are lately. Perhaps it's that I'm working with mostly male crews, maybe it's that Luca is getting older and I worry about his gentleness, or possibly it's because I've seen the high and lows of men in such extreme.
But what I consider often is the guy who makes a woman cry. The one who picks and picks and picks. The one who can't own up to his mistakes, who doesn't know when to quit. The dude who asks and needs and demands, without comprehending his own unpredictable ways. The one who can't dig deep, the one who wants to start a fight, the one who doesn't know the greatest thing to ever happen to him. The one who will lose in the end because he can't feel compassion for anyone but himself.
It's that guy who doesn't hold a door. The guy who thinks he's the best, so has to prove it to everyone. Yeah, that kind of boy/man.
It's that kind of male I pray my son takes absolutely nothing from.
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