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Men Are Trying.

Men Are Trying.
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 Not every man is the same. I believe this. Women these days are exploring themselves in every which way. Every day they have a new better definition for everything in their life. As we live in a complex society, it takes time for any human to adjust to the new normal, to the new style, and the new definitions. In a world where women are busy redefining themselves each day, men are trying to explore themselves too. They are trying so hard to understand the dynamics of a woman. They are willing to put their shoes in a woman's perspective and are trying to comprehend things.
On one side we have men evolving and on the other, we have men with thick skulls not wanting to understand how things work in the 21st century. It isn't just about a specific gender, we still quite find some orthodox earthlings. All it takes is the right education to place things right in this puzzle called life.
Not all of them have figured it out but every single male person out there is trying. They want to be more feminine. They want to understand the actual meaning of feminism and they deep down agree that feminism isn't just about women. They are exploring their masculinity. Dealing with their issues. Struggling with the ever-changing definitions of masculinity and keeping up their image in their head.
They want to support and be supported. 
They want to love and be loved.
Men are trying.
Believe me, they are.
With an inbuilt ego system, they are trying to let go of the ego for a better future.
So if you find a male person struggling to unleash the actual male in them that's covered by a male chauvinist pig's mask, as a woman you need to help them realize how wonderful, amazing, and how human they would be if they would just lose the mask.
Men are Trying and We appreciate them for trying.
Period.


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