I'm this close  to crashing out over the state of men today. Like, full emotional breakdown, throwing all care out the window, screaming at the sky because where the FUCK are the REAL MEN? The ones who smell like tobacco, leather, and good cologne —not some TikTok twink who marinated in Axe body spray and incel Reddit threads. The ones who walk into a room shoulders back, head high , owning every inch of space without apologizing for existing like some therapy-speak casualty.