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Men? We Have a Problem.

 


Men are not okay. 

Let’s start with the man who didn’t just disagree with me on the Couny Executive’s Facebook page but actually wrote out in detail the opinion he wanted me to post instead. Are you out of your mind? What kind of hubris is this to think I want someone else’s opinion to replace my own? That I would care that he doesn’t give me permission to have my own opinion?

Men are not okay.

Like the police office who engaged in a high speed chase in an unmarked car in the middle of the night which led to the death of a seventeen year old county resident. What kind of thinking can justify using these tactics over a traffic violation? How in any possible way does the punishment fit the alleged crime?

Men are not okay.

This is the kicker. The man who was in police custody and somehow managed to get released and to kill his estranged wife within hours. 1. The man himself. 2. The (very likely) men who released him. 3. The men who make the laws that lead to occurrences like this over and over again.

Men are not okay because we allow them to not be okay. It’s baked in to the culture. 

When you’re a man they let you do it.


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  1. Julia A. McCreadyFebruary 21, 2026 at 7:30 AM

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