Boys, for the most part, are pretty stupid. You will know this already, of course, if you are a teen girl who has, in the year of our Lord 2016, taken on the burden of interacting with a (usually straight, almost always white) male close to your own age, because, generally, those experiences do not tend to go all that well.
In case you aren’t familiar, this is the all-encompassing term for an unfortunate affliction that strikes most, if not all, guys from the ages of around sixteen to twenty-five (or, quite possibly, eternity – nobody seems to know for sure) that renders them incapable of forming human relationships with anyone who is not a male of the same variety, as well as becoming living symbols of all that is terrible and wrong in the free world today – Supreme t-shirts, being glued to their cell phones (which are almost always dying, due to a crippling Tinder dependency), ignoring a text only to respond months later to say, simply, “Wyd?”
