Look at this:
Did you just get a little extra happiness in your heart?
I’m a bit happier. So, why am I the weird one?
Everyday, I’ll walk around the office and shove my phone in people’s face. “Yo. Look.”
And every so often, someone will respond, “Uhhh…ok.” (~rolls eyes)
You know…if you’re “too manly” to “awww” at something adorable, maybe you don’t deserve the hair on your chest. I smoke cigars, drink whiskey neat, and have burned ants with a magnifying glass. And I ain’t afraid to fucking awww at cute shit. I like puppies and kittens. Dat don’t mean I can’t light a match off my stubble.
Society needs to change. It’s time we all grow up and realize that incredibly charming heterosexual Asian men, with a chiseled marble chest, who may work in IT, and could even possibly have a blog named after themselves, are allowed to appreciate indisputable adorableness.
I like ice cream in a cone, and I ain’t afraid to eat a banana in public. Because I’m secure.
I’m a man. I like cute shit.