Honest Men Appreciation Post

Really.

This goes out for all the men, feeling the feels on ‘But when is Men’s Day’ Day. It is indeed tragic that you have to miss out on all the pink themed ads painted in the newspaper today. Or that Rahul Gandhi is not out to empower you. Jokes apart, in today’s ultra ‘feminist’ society, where feminism is synonymous with men bashing, you guys do deserve a break.

Dear brother, congratulations for making first in this post, just like everything else in your life. You are who I am, cause I am your ape and your biggest fan. You define everything cool for me. Floyd was cool, cause you played it. Swat Cats was cool cause you watched it. Beer is cool, cause it was in the fridge. You really are the first version of me, which just means that I’m a little more updated than you are. This is also for your friends, please convey. You are the hep people. I like you. I want to marry you.

Dear nephew, thanks for being born. You make me feel loved, but alas, also old.

Beloved guy friends, hi assholes. You give me insight into the mysteries of the XY. Your knowledge on drugs, alcohol and other illicit things is sometimes no more than mine. Thanks for shielding us from all the eve-teasing crowds, and for keeping that part of you hidden from us. Thanks for the jokes, you’ve been good pick me ups. All the Devika- deprecating humour is magically therapeutic. However, please stop trying to make me watch Game of Thrones.

Dear all school and college seniors, why do you always seem so hot? 

Awkward hello to all the ex crushes, thanks for the flames and the giggles. Dear ex boyfriend, you made me wiser. No one can learn without ever making mistakes.

Flirtatious hi to current love interest, you teach me patience and restraint. You are exhausting.

Dear uncles, thank you for always being on standby. Yes, you will be repaid in free consultations. However, not bringing your imminent bladder problems to me will be truly appreciated. 

And finally to my dad, you are the muscle of my wings. Thanks for taking the thankless job of the life-long ATM and cradle.  Thanks for the lessons and thanks for the rum.  Forever yours, your personal fashion critic.