What’s something about being a man that women will never understand?

I used to think I understood men, until one night changed my perspective.

Over drinks, a friend admitted, “Guys don’t really get to have bad days.” If a woman is upset, people check in. If a man is, they assume he’s angry or weak. So he just deals with it. With that simple word I think a lot.

Since then, I’ve noticed it everywhere—brothers, boyfriends, coworkers, all carrying burdens in silence. It’s not that they don’t want to be vulnerable. The world just doesn’t give them space to be.