His name is Andrew and he doesn’t have a bed frame.
His name is Nathan and his mom does his laundry on the weekend.
His name is Clark and he thinks Jordan Peterson is the greatest intellectual on Earth.
His name is Joe and he stares at you at the gym.
His name is Adam and he bugs you about sending pics.
His name is Kevin and he calls the waitress “darling” before tipping her 10%.
His name is Jack and he rubs his junk on you while dancing at the club.
His name is Chad and you can smell his Axe body spray a mile away.
His name is Brody and he thinks any female authority figure is a total bitch.
His name is Eric and he thinks that #MeToo is a witchhunt.
His name is Josh and he thinks that periods are gross.
His name is Alex and he says he’s a nice guy but he’s nothing of the sort.
His name is Mohammed and he complains about the friend zone.
His name is Tony and he thinks women like to be jackhammered.
His name is Connor and he’ll cut you off when you speak because he thinks he has something more important to say.
His name is Antoine and he thinks the street is his personal urinal.
His name is James and he ignores the sexist or demeaning comments his friends make about women because he’s a spineless jellyfish.
His name is Lucas and he’s scared of the word feminist/women having power and freedom.
His name is Thomas and he thinks talking politics is a sport.
His name is Charlie and he’s rude and dismissive to girls who aren’t super models.
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