There are “nice guys” and then there are “Nice Guys”. Do you know what I mean? That genre of gentleman who defines himself by how much respect he doles out. Like he’s giving ribbon-tied gifts rather than just being a grown-up. Who talks about the “beauty of childbirth”, about his admiration of “strong women”, “real women”. About the way he appreciates not tits and arses, but minds, yeah? Here’s your award, Nice Guy! Put it in your downstairs loo, next to your medal for paying taxes and the framed certificate marking a whole decade of not having drowned a cat.
The whole article is very funny, go read it here.