Imagine being in a relationship with someone who flatly hates you, simply because you’re a man.

Imagine someone bragging about such a dynamic, posting about it relentlessly online, with thousands and thousands of equally narrow-minded bigots clapping you along, as you belch out more, and different kinds, of ignorance. Imagine thinking that hating men in this way, was not only excusable, but something to be commended; and that holding such views made you powerful, independent, and strong. Well, welcome to social media, and the endless whines of the man-hating pity-party, who call this place their home. The absolute irony is how many of those who claim to “hate men”, often retain enough self-awareness to caveat such a statement with “…but not my man, he’s a sweet heart!” Similarly, scrolling into the comments you’ll see hundreds of people doing the same; hating men, and then quickly carving out various exclusions for the countless men who they love in their life. And there we have it. The angry army who boast of “hating men”, then dote over the men in their life, who are wonderful. And I am sure these men are wonderful. In fact, they must surely be, if they are to tolerate someone who says such things about them online. But this does bring up an interesting point of view – that these abstract “men” who they hate, are surely the loved ones of someone else? Someone else’s loving husband, another mum’s hard working son, or just a brilliant brother, looking out for his sister… So who even is this “men” who I hear spoken about with such endless cynicism and venom? Because I, like most people, am surrounded by wonderful, kind, loving men too, who I am blessed to have in my life – and then I look around for this “men” who I hear everyone hates, and…. who are they? So, are you tired of this endless gender war? Are you bored of the lazy smears, the group think, and desperate grabs for likes and clicks? And don’t we deserve better than this? What do you think?