Each time I want to like men & give you a break, a new story about the depravity of how far you will go emerges that makes it impossible to do so. I’m lucky! I have an amazing man in my life who knows how to partner with me. He respects & admires women & sees me as a whole human being, not just a housekeeper or hole to stick himself into. But the “male” identity just feels so sick, entitled, sociopathic, & ruthless. On a case by case level I like some of you; on the whole, you all suck.