My husband is a feminist. He was raised in the deep south and finds his racist family abhorrent. He works hard. He prioritizes our marriage. He's funny as hell. He fixes stuff. He tells me I'm beautiful when I know God damn well I look like a gremlin. He loves cats and volunteers with a community cats program. He doesn't spend money on dumb shit. We set goals together and work towards them. He accepts me for me. He isn't perfect, though. Sometimes, he farts in bed. But, until they create a men without anuses, he'll do.