anyone who thinks sherlock holmes is a woman-hating misanthrope

mistyzeo:

should be taken out back and lovingly read the canon from cover to cover, lingering on the moments when he soothes a worried governess or giggles at stupid coincidences or wriggles in his chair in excitement or saves the reveal till the end for the joy of watching other people’s faces or worries for a young governess’s safety or calls watson “my dear.”

he loves people. that’s why he does what he does. he’s such a tender soul.