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Are Men Trash? Let’s Talk about It
I hear from a lot of people that “men are trash” but is that really the case?
Are men trash? Yes.
Are ALL men trash? No, of course not. But that doesn’t make the above statement any less true.
To tell you more about what I mean, here’s a short, personal story: In my first year of college, I became friends with Greg, a tall athletic-looking guy From Flushing Queens, with that all-American charm and personality. A college-ladies man if I ever saw one.
Everyone loved Greg, including me. He taught me that women were not, in fact, too shallow to see all of the wonderful things I brought to the table; it was the post-basketball Axe body spray in lieu of a shower, and lack of any disposable income that did it. And instead of dismissing my broke, musty ass, he helped me secure a job at the student-center and even gave me some of his clothes.
See? Greg was a great guy.
A few months into our friendship we found ourselves at a college party deep on Long Island. It was 2 am, and we were in need of a place to crash; Raquel, one of the girls Greg was dating told us we could stay in her room. Her roommate was away that weekend so I could sleep on the bed, and she would share hers with Greg.
