I Do Not Understand Men

I do not understand men. Not most of them at least. Every morning, as I walk through the halls of school, I hear these comments they make at the women passing them by. It’s one thing to say something to someone if you know the person. It is another thing when you do not. The other morning, when I was smoking a cigarette outside the school, I heard this guy yell to a tall woman walking by, “Yo, six foot! Your probably think I can’t handle you, but I can handle you in more ways that you know how to deal with.” The lady continued to walk by and proceeded...