Whenever I see these types of articles—men telling women what to do/not do on a date with them—I cock my head to the side and say, “huh.” I stop with “huh” because if I let the dam burst I’d spew vile words intended to hurt. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to be someone that is always telling others what they’re doing wrong. Especially when it comes to men. Y’all, for all the tough talk and macho image you put out there, y’all are really thin-skinned. Vulnerable, almost.

For example, this: https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/man-women-shouldnt-wear-jeans-on-dates-b2601923.html

Oh, honey. I really don’t care what you think except that if I’m ever single again, I’d do everything in my powers to avoid you. And other men like you. Why am I not allowed to decide what’s feminine and what’s not? While we’re giving date clothing advice, here’s my list of what I don’t want you to wear: body odor, dirty clothes, open-toes sandals, a clean and crisp shirt (preferably white) and jeans. You don’t fit this? I’m out.

It gets old to be told what to do constantly to be acceptable to y’all. I’ll rephrase. It’s been old. Forever. Eve was the original temptress and now all women are cursed to be vixens and wild and hormonal creatures not to be trusted.

You’re tired of being labeled the bad guy? Then don’t do bad shit to women. Stop with giving us orders on what WE should wear to meet you. No. Stop. While you’re at it, stop with the violence sexual/physical/mental/emotional abuse towards girls and women of all ages.

WHY wasn’t the convicted rapist on the Dutch Olympic team banned for life? How are people like that allowed to roam around as if he did nothing wrong? Steven van de Velde. That’s his name, folks. Convicted for raping a 12-year old girl.

The problem is, it’s a rarity when women are taken seriously. We honor it. We celebrate it.

You may not Kamala Harris, but I’ll put money on the fact women around you are tired of being beaten up, raped, assaulted, violated, mocked, humiliated, murdered. Don’t care? I have nothing to offer you other than pity. Single women with cats? Hormonal? Post-menopausal women being useful only for babysitting? The fact you believe this is positive proof that women don’t need to listen to you. Kamala Harris laughs. She smiles. She hugs her husband. She has grit. The others? Bitter. Old. Cranky. Complaining. “Oh, poor me.” Tyrant. Temper tantrums. Run-on sentences that say nothing. If you can’t take advice, fellas, stop giving it.