Gentlemen, this one’s for you.

I can’t pretend to be an expert on men and their inner workings and desires. Besides, that would require a huge amount of generalization and stereotyping, which is really not my style. But, correct me if I’m wrong, you lovely visual creatures see something you like, or even remember something you saw that you liked, and blood starts flowing South and thoughts start swirling around inside your head, and suddenly you’re on the lookout for somewhere to put your man parts, be it hands, mouth or vagina.

To my knowledge, most men are up for a good roll in the sack with a willing female participant pretty damn often. I am not going to judge you for that. Essentially humans are animals with primal desires, how can I blame you for wanting to fulfill them. As long as your sex cannot be categorized as rape, assault or violation, do your thing.

But here’s my beef, gents. If you’re going to do the do, like they teach you in sex-ed, know the consequences. While I pity those who contract a STI from a good bedding – I pity you even more if the bedding was bad – that’s not the consequence I intend to address. No my dear fellows, I am talking about living, breathing, diaper wearing, crying-in-the-middle-of-the-night consequences: Babies.