Most mornings, I start my day by pulling out a Mr. Roger’s mug that was given to me by a friend. It delights me more than it should that when I pour the coffee in, he changes from a suit and tie into a sweater.

Dear women of the world,

I want you to know that I see you.

You sit across from me in the waiting room, or next to me in a restaurant, and tell me you could never do “that.”