Someone Respects Women More Than Me

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I am a man.

To me, a woman is a person, just like me.

She may have a few different body parts, or she may not.

She may have needs, wants, and desires that differ from my own.

The pigments within her skin may be lighter or darker than mine.

She may be a devoutly christian, muslim, jewish, or any one of the multitude of the world’s religions. Or she may be agnostic, atheist, or simply apathetic to religion.

She might weight more than me, or she may weight less.

She may be taller than me, or she could be shorter.

She may be straight, gay, or bisexual. Maybe she’s sexually active, but she may also be practicing abstinence.

She may choose to never marry, or it could be she loves the idea of marriage.

She may want kids. Or maybe not. Or maybe she can’t have kids. Or maybe she’d rather adopt a child.

She may be different than me in any number of ways. Yet, she deserves the same amount of respect than me.

I try hard to make sure I treat every person as what they are—a person—no matter how they may be different from me.

And yet, as much as I feel I respect women, someone respects women more than me.

That’s because my viewpoint is undeniably limited. I will never know what it’s like to be a woman. It’s simply not possible.

I will never know what it’s like to give birth.

I will never know what it’s like to experience a menstrual period.

And I probably won’t ever be whistled at from a passing car.

No man can be the person who respects women the most. But every man can be a person who treats every other person with respect.

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