To the boys and men that still hold doors,

First and foremost, thank you! In your poor generation often deemed “millenials,” and trust me us women share this name too, men like you are often targeted, looked down upon and even accused by the angry elderly as an entire group of people that’s rude, not polite or ill refined. I write to you to break that stereotype because there are so many of you out there that do hold the door, that do shake the hand, that do walk to the door and even just with smile, a pause and a simple and excited exclamation: Hello! Nice to meet you I’m… (Insert typical name of teenage boy/ young adult male here). Your efforts never go unnoticed, at least not in my book, and don’t you ever forget it.

While you may not mirror our grandparents’ generation of pocket hankies, love letters, drive in movies and dancing dates, your own little perfections make you all that much more special. In a world marked by courtship on the basis of snapchat, text and Facebook rather than tangible human connection and emotions—your little bits of politeness make you all the more special to us females in the lost generation as well.

To the boys in a generation considered “lost,” by our parents. It’s not a lost cause in the least. Thank you for holding the door for my confused grandparents on the way down to my dungeon-esc dorm room and introducing yourself. Thank you for holding the door and noticing the coffee stains and books falling out of my hands as I graciously thank you and pass through. Thank you for the smiles, laughs, firm handshakes, the eye contact and so much more. Your acts never go unnoticed and not only are polite but restore a balance of good karma to each community you effect.

In conclusion, thank you to the boys who still hold doors, both literally and metaphorically.

XO,

Females of the youth of America everywhere