I know. I know not all men are monsters and I am trying to be more kind and less angry and believe me, I know what a good guy looks like. He walks me to my car and feels like home and would never raise his voice at me because we try to reach a common ground and he is who I call when I am in trouble.

And he is who I would call if something ever happened like when a man on the street tells me that he would f*** me like that's a compliment. He is who I call if a boy in school whistles at me and makes me feel like a dog and if I am this close to screaming because I've been dress coded again.

We read about it in history, men who are stalkers and men who start wars and men who hate women.

"Men are terrifying." It slips out and I want to take it back because I know, I know, not all men. But these instances are getting a little too frequent and my anger is too early and I hate because I don't know what else to do. I hate men, I hate men, but not all men, and I am sorry that it has come to this. I want equal representation but I am trying to not be anti-men even though it seems like the whole world is anti-women with their magazine covers plastered in too skinny and too fat and too much skin and she's a prude

Progress is being made, but can we try a bit harder?

Last week I heard a man make fun of a girl for not wanting to grow out her hair and wear dresses.

In the same week I heard a woman make fun of a boy for not being all rough edges.

Let boys be fragile and let girls be tough.

And let us stop making false equivalencies just because we don't understand.

When I look at you like I am picturing my fist colliding with your face and you tell the story behind my back, tell them that I have a bad temper instead of "she's a crazy b****."

When you see me hanging out with boys you can explain how maybe you just don't like my company, but don't call me promiscuous.

I have mace now, just in case.