We all know those blokes – the ones who treat the opposite sex appallingly – always have several women on the go, are unclear about their intentions and cheat at the drop of the hat. So why are we (or more specifically me) friends with them, asks Rebecca Holman.
I have a hypothetical question. Imagine, hypothetically, that a female friend confesses that she’s been cheating on her boyfriend, or habitually sleeps with other people when she gets the chance. Imagine, hypothetically, that she is a love rat. Do you cast her asunder? Probably not – I certainly wouldn’t. But what if that friend was a man?