Having just come back from my celebrating my twentieth high school reunion, I can tell you there is nothing more fantastic than the raw honesty created when dealing with people who suffered with you through what is probably one of the most awkward times in all of our lives. And it was in this homey little pocket of honesty that I was taken to task by my guy friends from high school for not giving a shout out to the good guys more often.

Ugh. I had no defense. They were right and I was wrong. I so hate when that happens.

As much as I like to promote cause of self-rescuing princesses everywhere, truth be told it is awfully hard to do it if you don't have at least a few knights in shining armor ready to help you fight the dragons.

So let me start with the awesome dads I am so blessed to count as friends. Like James who dutifully has gone through the circle of hell that is potty training two-year old twins with the same dedication and devotion to success as his wife (major applause please). Or how about my amazing friend Matt who is raising his own self-rescuing princess all by himself! And he's done this while working full-time and putting himself through a PhD program. Matt is also very good-looking and straight so if you are a sane and supportive singleton living in New York City please send me your contact information (must love children, obviously). And last but never least (though he always thinks he is), my amazing husband, Peter. Who when someone asks me "how do you do it?" I tell them I married well. And anyone who is a true dear friend of mine knows that is the truth.

But let's not forget the knights in the workplace. Over the years I've worked with countless male business owners who I've seen promote women to the highest places in their company and groom them for taking it over when they retire. Wish I could spell out their names in lights or fly them in banners trailing from airplanes but pretty sure that would violate client privacy (sigh). I've been fortunate enough over the years to benefit from chivalry in the workplace as well. Men who have swapped Red Sox stories with me, acted as my mentors, trusted me with their referrals, and had my back. These are the guys that through the years have helped me pull the knives out of my back and shown me that the alligators in the moat are really just guppies - mean guppies but guppies nonetheless.

Thank you to all you amazing men I know and the millions of others out there who truly get it. Those men who don't have to dominate a woman but celebrate having a peer at the office and a partner in life. So on behalf of me and all the other self-rescuing princesses out there: You Rock!

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