I ate some fabulous sort of shortbread/scone type deal today with chocolate chips and pecans, and it re-sweetened me - I've actually been laughing all day. This would be a direct contrast to the me I've been the last two weeks.

The male drama I've experienced has been mostly at work, in the form of crazy sexism, superiority complexes and full-throttle tantrums.

However, today I thought of some pleasant male behavior from friends of mine and boyfriends of friends of mine.

For example: my new roommate's boyfriend. Not only is he a worship pastor who swears like a sailor (kick ASS) I heard the story of how she realized that she was going to date him. He came over to her house just as she was starting a facial, and he jumped all over it. He had a headband to push back his long hair, and a homemade facial on his face and her little dachsund on his lap the first time her mom met him. AWESOME.

Another example: my friend's husband. Every Halloween he dresses in his blue '70s Elvis costume (which he wears to work on the day) and hands out candy to the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone knows they have to see blue Elvis. Because he also SINGS.

Yet another example: my Denver friend. He is constantly supportive of my academic pursuits - even when it's giving up on one idea just to plow forward with another. Plus, when we were playing tourists once, we had a bag full of leftovers and our sweaters (it got unseasonably warm) and he insisted on carrying the bag. ADORABLE.

It's these little things that totally do it for me.

So I don't hate men. Not nearly. I've just been bombarded by the men with which I'm work-sequestered and have had no other outside awesomeness to balance it all out.