He Said/She Said: Why I’m Thankful For Men

Thanksgiving is a time to take a beat from the rampant sex, booze and bad decisions of college life and embrace a more wholesome holiday spirit. Giving thanks. The concept alone should make you feel all warm and fuzzy and Angelina Jolie-esqe inside. As you sit down to a delicious home-cooked meal with your loved ones, I genuinely do hope you reflect for a moment on the cornucopia of blessings you’ve received over the year. The toilet paper dress you wore to that Anything But Clothes party didn’t unravel. The freshman you hooked up with took you seriously when you held a plastic knife to his throat threatening death if he told anyone what happened. Your RA still hasn’t found your vodka stash (zipped in the rolly suitcase under your bed). You, missy, have quite a few things for which to be thankful!

Personally, I tend to go a little more big-picture with my thank-you-fors. Eyesight…I’m a big fan of seeing. Also, my DVR, which has saved me the inner turmoil of choosing between Happy Hour and the newest episode of Parks and Rec. Most of all, however, I’m thankful for men. Yup. In all their burping, scratching, bearded glory. Think I’m crazy? Take a look at my favorite dude things and then tell me I’m wrong. Dear Dudes, I’m thankful for you because…

(When you’re done here, don’t forget to check why He Said he’s thankful for women over at COEDMagazine.com)

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