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Today in news that doesn't make you look up from your phone, the Stormy Daniels turmoil has raised Trump's approval rating among men.

Head Pro is happy to talk to you about baseball, or butts, but he's had enough baseball butts.

Because my MO is apparently to just discredit myself before I even have the chance to give amazing advice, I’m going to start this article off with a confession about my last DTR* experience. (*DTR = the “define the relationship” conversation, BTW.

Now that we are officially living in the age of Deanie Babies, it’s time to acknowledge the fuckboy type that we’ve all let come too far: the guy who comes off as emotional, sensitive, and into you (while directly in front of you), then turns around and treats you like a stranger. (The term I’ve heard most commonly for this is “softboy,” but that just makes me think his dick doesn’t work.) The problem with this guy is that he’s “emotionally evolved” enough that he’ll try to avoid lying to you outright—instead, he’ll often actually present himself as going out of his way to be honest, while telling you misleading garbage that serves his own needs.

It's a universally known fact that guys are shitty, like, generally.

Since the dawn of time, mothers have been desperately trying to get their daughters to settle down with a nice boy.

Anyone who tells you we don’t need feminism anymore is officially an idiot, but there are some redeeming things about being a woman in 2017.