This is all a byproduct of feminists creating & milking "male guilt" & is equally as destructive to the entire species as white guilt is to race relations.
I grew up w/ 4 brothers, 8 uncles on my Mom's side, 6 on my dad's, and around 30 male cousins, countless boyfriends, etc. I've been around guys my whole life. I have learned more about men from raising a son than any other relationship I've ever had with any male. Somethings about men are true JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE, same for women. Women just tend to have selective memory where that is concerned to suit the situation. It's what we do. I have a girl too & to watch how they work & interact & adapt, it's very enlightening.
Someone mentioned it above about being bred into the species. The traditional roles of men & women in humanity came about through evolution but now there's this idea that only women continue to evolve. You've reached your ceiling guys. Good thing we're hear to pick up the slack. What a bunch of shit!
Modern feminism has made it taboo to want to be JUST a mom or a homemaker like those AREN'T the heartbeat of the damn family anyway? Hating men is a requirement, they'll settle for denigrating them & diminishing, or better, rewriting their contributions to society, both historical & current. Women put more pressure on other women than men EVER have.
I love men! I can't imagine my world w/o them & DO NOT want to! My son is a joyous case study in the greatness of boys/men. I adore every scraped up, belching, scratching, dirty, ball-playing, seat-leaving-up, tough-guy inch of him! It balances out nicely with the door-holding, "Ma'am" speaking, hugging, mom-loving, tender hearted, bag-carrying, seat-giving-up-to-a-lady, best-big brother EVER, brilliant, hard-working, sweetist little guy EVER rest of him.
Women are supposed to be so complex but we're not so hard to figure out. Men are a splendid puzzle. It's just that sometimes we get pissed & want to shove it all off in the floor. But eventually we get over it, pick it up, & put it back together again. It's a labor of love.