  I have had to sit tonight and bite my tongue so hard I almost choked on the resulting blood; and it will be weeks before I can talk properly again. There are very few things that will lead me to this reaction, as I am not generally one known to be sitting on the fence on any occasion, but you can guarantee that the sounds of women talking about men will do it every time. I am sick and tired of hearing about how ‘All men are bastards!’ and how we need to be treated like some kind of child Neanderthal kick back from history. We are grouped together as one mass of bare consciousness and endlessly spoken about like we always need to be humoured rather than listened to and our opinions considered. There are dozens of magazines all preaching the feminist bible where men are idiots and women are the keepers of idiots, and very few men ever take it upon themselves to defend their position because they are terrified of being called a sexist, and an oppressor of women. Oppressing men however seems fine. Well women of the world, this is for you. Here a few truths that you always seem to overlook when casting your judgement over the male population as a whole. All men are not bastards, and although there are many stupid men in the world, there are an equal amount of stupid women to counterbalance them.
Men do not need to be patronised, and their opinions are just as valid as yours are. Not all men can be judged by the last boyfriend that you split up with; just like you cannot be judged by the last girlfriend that we split up with. Sexism is not owned as a piece of offensive behaviour solely by women, and can be just as offensive to men.
Some of you ma be confused by that last sentence, so I will clarify it. If I was to open a men only club where women were not allowed to enter, I would be vilified by the female population as a sexist bastard of the highest degree. Yet I see every day, dozens of women only clubs, gyms and organisations, and not a word is uttered about the sexist nature of this. From a personal point of view, I am not a bastard. At least not in the sense you all mean when you name the male population as such.
I have never cheated on anybody in my life. I have never forgotten a birthday or anniversary. I always clean up after myself. I love cooking, reading, writing, and cuddling up with somebody to watch a nice film with a glass of wine and a take out. I love treating my mate to romantic gestures spontaneously, and without reason, and I love receiving the same in return.
I even take my turn to sleep in the wet patch. And I am not alone. There are thousands upon thousands of us out there that do not fit into the bastard categorisation. Perhaps then, with this being the case, instead of taking a broad brush and painting 50% of the world population with it, you should instead stop for a moment and question your own judgement. All men are not bastards. You just pick the wrong ones. 
