hug a lady day . . .

This comes up all the time. You know when you’re hanging out and some super cool lady walks by. Like she’s obviously cooler than you, and you know that. That’s a tough thing to come to terms with in this world where people are constantly compared to others just from a single look. I still find it incredibly interesting and horribly sad that sometimes when I’m really grouchy, and I see someone awesome, my first thought is, “Whoa bitch, let’s calm down” or something to that extent. “WHY WOULD I THINK THAT?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!”, is typically my next thought. I’m not sure why this jealous thing inside me rears its angry head and attacks the usually great people around me, but I am going to combat it, by combatting the cultural politics that go with it.

I have founded hug-a-lady day. As far as I know at least, I have founded hug-a-lady day. And honestly I would prefer to call it hug-a-lady-if-she-is-OK-with-being-touched-and-doesn’t-mind-you-invading-her-personal-space/-consent-is-sexy-even-with-hug-a-lady day.

But I decided the acronym HALISIOWBTADMYIHPS/CISEWHAL day kind of sucked.

So go forth and be nice to the women around you. Stop with those nasty thoughts that we all have, and respect the women around you so we can end this culture that puts us at odds with eachother. Cause honestly, there are few things better than your best lady friends and you having a good lady-fest, talking about lady things that men don’t typically have to deal with.

Maybe just start small by calling your mom, sister, or bestie and telling them how great they are or something.


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