Girls, girls, girls. Sometimes it feels like a dirty word. “Don’t be such a girl.” “I’m not like most girls.” When you were a little kid, all you had to do was double it to make a disdainful insult: “girly girl.” Where’s the love for the girls?

Girls are amazing. Girls are the ones who look out for you. There are some who say that girls are too paranoid, but when I realize that it’s dark and that I don’t have a way to get home, it’s a girl that walks me or tries anything to get me a ride. She worries about everyone.

People always talk about how manipulative girls are, and I’m glad for that. Girls are the ones who pretend to know me to get me out of a bad situation, spinning whatever story they need to make things okay. They’re the ones who’d rather tell a lie than let someone get hurt.

Girls are too emotional, and I love that about them. They won’t just let me cry to them. They’ll cry for me. Girls want to feel everything I feel, so they’ll try to understand everything that I am and everything I’m going through

And I know that girls are clingy. They’ll go to the ends of the Earth for me even if we just met because a connection means something to them, even with new friends. Girls give the best presents and plan the best events because learning how to make someone happy is a number one priority.

It’s said that girls are vain, too, but so many people who say that don’t understand how good it feels to have a girl compliment you. No ulterior motive. Just kindness, praise, a thought for your happiness.

Say what you will: girls are petty, intense, dramatic. They feel too much and trust too much. They notice things and overthink things. Girls are complicated, confusing, and over the top. They can’t be simplified. They live too fully.

All I hear is that girls are incredible.