Gentleman seems a quaint word in a world where if you open a door for a ferociously independent woman you are apt to get a frosty nod.

It’s just that’s what old school men used to do. Women weren’t the weaker sex; it just wasn’t their job to lug stuff that was man’s work. A gentleman used to be able to compliment a woman on her new hairstyle without being assumed to be a stalker.

These days if you stop and talk to a child, mom may come screeching out of the gloom, call you a pervert, snatch up the kid and flee. I hate to say it but I don’t blame her, not a bit, there are some disturbed folks out there of every gender.

Didn’t used to be. Oh there have always been the specimens in the trench coat, eager to flash their pathetic package, but they were. Some women laughed at them, which was probably their main malfunction in........

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