MALE MOTHERFUCKING APOLOGISTS - To the Male Benedict Arnolds of the Modern Age
Hello. My name is Kenova. I am male. I do a physically demanding job. I watch naked women dance while drinking beer. I build things with my hands. I think a women on her knees is a beautiful, natural sight. I stare when a girl runs past in yoga pants and a crop top. I even do it around my girls, and my in-laws and family. I’ve been known to slow down the car to watch a jogger bounce by who forgot her sports bra. I overflow with testosterone, and workout on a heavy bag. I have never owned a single Playboy magazine “for the articles”. I’m, you know, a man. And I don’t apologize for it. The question is…why are you Benedict Arnolds apologizing for me? Why are you fucking apologizing for yourselves? Has your opinion of yourself really sunk so low that you think you’re doing the right thing? Over the last few weeks I’ve read a good dozen posts and blogs, apologizing for what is essentially…manhood. It’s part of a new trend. It’s the n