hey so, as a man who works with other men, here’s a quick relationship tip: if he doesn’t much like cats, that might be just a personal preference. if he hates cats, if he tells you he hates cats as soon as he hears that you have a cat and love your cat, he’s an asshole. he’s telling on himself.
every guy i’ve ever worked with that makes a point of telling me how much he hates cats as soon as i mention that i have a cat and love my cat, is always someone who is regularly cruel for fun and who laughs in the breakroom about the mean things they do for fun to their girlfriends and children.
I wish I could articulate all the ways this makes sense and why it makes sense and stuff but it’s just like… something something misogyny something something resentment of creatures that don’t need you and don’t hang on your attention and approval all their lives.
My dad gave me this exact same advice when I was a kid. “Anyone who hates cats is a control freak and an asshole.”
a (now former) coworker at my last job’s first impression with me was a MAJOR red flag like this
she noticed the tattoo on my arm i have in memory of my cat who had passed a few years earlier, and as soon as i started waxing poetic about how she was the sweetest kitty, interrupted me to rant about how much they HATED cats and that they’re the WORST ANIMALS EVER. and i just….. never spoke to them outside of work-related manners again.
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