I'm tired of the whole "toxic masculinity" thing. When I was19 or 20, many years ago, well before cell phones, I had a tire blowout driving home. I had no idea how to change a tire and the community I was driving towards was sparsely populated outside of summer at the time - in NYC no less. However, many of the few men who lived there were cops and firemen. After 5 or 10 minutes another car did see me, stopped and in about 10 minutes changed my tire, with few words, barely hearing my thanks. Are we supposed to believe there is something toxic about that man? I'm sure he was on his way to his wife and kids.

I have 3 brothers. I don't think any of them are toxic and neither did our parents.