By: Olivia Petter
I remember the moment so clearly, it’s practically burnt into my brain. It’s seven years ago and I’m having dinner with a group of friends. All of us are sharing stories about the men we’re dating. One is frustrated because he keeps leaving the toilet seat up. Another is angry because he spends too much time playing video games. And one is concerned her boyfriend might be a fascist. Then the only one among us to be in a long-term relationship leans forward and whispers: “Don’t worry, girls. You just need to train them.”