Being a fan of a male artist is a deeply disappointing experience. No matter how much their work resonates with us, inspires us, and uplifts us, at the end of the day they don’t see us as equal to them. It’s hard to accept that they don’t relate to us the same way we relate to them. When I listen to my favorite songs by these artists, I’m reminded that they are thinking, feeling people just like me. It’s sad that they reserve their sense of humanity only for other men.






















