Not all men, mind you.
I’m not taking part in THAT stereotype of the fat, hairy-legged, man-hating, humorless feminist today.
Even though I happen to be a fat feminist with hairy legs who has just titled a blog post “I hate men”.
I am not, however, entirely humorless.
Ha. Ha. (See?)
Having said that, however, let us consider misogynist bullying men who think they own the world and women with it. Them, I HATE. Include in this category my manager and his manager. And my step-father. And no, I don’t care to go into further details.
On the other hand, in the category of ‘Men whom I don’t hate” my partner John tops the list. (Got that, sweetie? You are wheat, they are chaff? xx oo).