P.S Sincerely, Adventure

Open Letter To Men

Good Evening Fellas hope you all had a remarkably productive day,

I’m writing to you wonderful gentleman today to finally show you the attention you’re certain we’re always giving you. I know you all tend to believe when I leave my house in the morning I’m concerned about impressing you (I may secretly whisper to myself whether ____ *insert cute boy from class name* will notice my hair is different), but the fact of the matter is….we don’t.

Nothing we do is for you. It might have been in 6th grade, but as I have turned 21 it has, admittedly fallen out of my daily routine. Caring in general has fallen out my routine but I try to incorporate it here and there…but I digress.

We just don’t do anything for you. Its important that you all realize this because it’s this very thought, the very essence of this belief that our actions and dress are for you, that contributes to frequent street harassment and sexual violence (as you all feel a sense of entitlement since…you know…we’re dressed for you). So if you all can just push this little myth from your minds that would be absolutely wonderful, then you wouldn’t feel the need to comment on what I’m wearing, no matter how short or long my skirt is (as I have actually been berated for having TOO many clothes on, I guess that problematic for you fellas).

Um, also this idea you have about women being hoes..I just would like you to pull out your little black book and count how many women you’ve had sexual relations with. Is that number equal? Is it more? We actually would appreciate an end to the double standards, so if you could just not worry about us and what number of sexual partners we cap out at that would be fantastic.

Also we’d like to go on dates still. A date doesn’t involve sitting on my couch watching netflix with me. Dates shouldn’t begin and end at my apartment. I just want you to try a little harder. If not for me, for yourself.

Lastly, please do not hit me up just because you’re in town if you never hit me up when you’re away. This is rude and slightly disrespectful as I assume you only want to speak to me to satisfy some need you’re currently experiencing. Spare me.

Love Always,

K. Montana