With international men's say upon us, I've been reflecting on past conversations I've had on the subject. Women's day always inevitably turns into "blame all societal ills on men".

The question always gets brought up "what about men?" To which they always smugly and patronizingly respond "every day is men's day". And fire off accusations of male fragility.

What do these people think it's like being a man?

Because I (and most of the men I observe) spend our days doing what we must to survive and provide for our families only to be to be constantly ridiculed and undermined.

I don't need appreciation or even recognition for the things I do. Just don't scream at me to beg your forgiveness for non-existent oppressions that I haven't inflicted on you.

Your life isn't harder than mine. In fact, until you started complaining about how good you think I have it, I was wholely uninterested in comparing.

I'm not fragile. I've grown up listening to how incompetent men are, and how lucky we are that these benevolent goddesses deign to grant us their presence. My response? Annoyance. Sounds like I can put up with an awful lot without breaking.