I acknowledge the annoyance that some of you might have with men. But what I do find interesting in all the irritation directed at the male sex is the shrinking space available for men to just be themselves.
Mothers, daughters, women, they're not objects for your sexual gratification but people and anyone who doesn't treat them as such, well you're the ones who don't deserve any respect. I just don't know what goes through the minds of these men. Who thinks this is okay, then kisses their wife and daughter goodnight, and doesn't see the problem?
Witnessing the lives of men in London, it seems to me that many of them (many of us) are holding onto a destructive, warped and conditioned view of what happiness really is. A view that being masculine means you have to act, speak and behave in a certain way.
Firstly, I thought well there's no censorship on the models nipples and they are expressed naturally so surely that's a good thing? Women having the choice to not wear a bra and do what they want in terms of their breasts? Then I quickly realised the clear difference between the two.
I was about to remove my most defining physical feature and I was scared that I would lose my identity. There's no doubt about it, when people see someone with dreadlocks they have certain preconceptions about what the person will be like.
It has taken me a long time to come to terms with the truth that I am pro Choice and I am unashamedly so. I was always afraid to say it because of the nature of NI's deeply conservative society and how it would reflect on my character.
Only last week in the clubhouse bar after my Saturday game of football, I mentioned that I was going away for an overnight spa-break with 'the Mrs' and instead of being greeted with howls of derision, I was grilled by a couple of my team mates about where we going.
Every man has an idea of how long he should 'last' in order to satisfy his partner - from a few minutes to 20 minutes or longer in some men's minds. One study found that, on average, penetration lasted five and a half minutes.
Spare a thought also, therefore, for those who don't fall into the stereotypical profile of a skinny young girl who wants to look like a Cosmo cover girl. The elderly, the children, the middle aged and the men who also suffer from conditions that take over a whole life.
Why are men so terrified of a strong woman that they will resort to threatening to use stolen photos of her to keep her down? A weak man threatens a woman, not a strong man.
Whenever there's mention of a toxic situation, we all know someone who springs to mind. You know the types; from the jealous and controlling to the self-centred and insecure. Like a soap opera, they fuel conversation when gossiping about others or when we are genuinely concerned.
One of the biggest fears when going bald is what other people will think. I used to ask myself questions like "Will people make fun of me?" "Will I be attractive?" "Will people think I look weird?"
Three years of one's life should be about learning and challenging previous assumptions. Definitely not about reinforcing the same tale, key points, and arming with ideas that seem to be true only in the inner circle of scholars of gender studies.
The clubs' owners are clearly hoping that if they just get enough women to passively wander in, the men will follow, pay their over-priced entrance fee and then proudly make the most of their gender pay gap to buy an abundance of drinks at the bar.
The chief soon meets a satisfyingly grizzly end, but one of his henchmen, Alfrid, is washed up alive and goes on to become a source of derision throughout the film. The reason? He's a man who is an unrelenting coward.
We have all had 'fiery' relationships. You know the kind, those volatile relationships that vacillate between rage and lust. They are the stuff of bad movies and cult novels. You enter into these relationships knowing the danger, but you do it anyway.