Hunter Imagine this make-believe world.
A land where women are, on average, about five inches taller than men, and broad, muscular and butch to match, and are driven by their hormones to be top bitch dog in all situations. Men are smaller, weedier, and have a different set of hormones which predispose them toward caring and nurturing.
Women make up almost all the governing body, their supremacy reinforced by the close ties they have formed in the W I , where those with the wealthiest parents spent their youth, as boarders in a community with an antiquated ethos full of arcane habits and a tradition of "public service" which sends them automatically into politics and power. The laws are made mostly by women.
The spiritual life of the community is led by spinsters or near-spinsters, who are jealous (not envious, that has a different meaning, see dictionary) of their relationship with their God and will not allow any of the weaker sex to mediate with Him, only women. Men can join, of course they can, and they can worship, but leading the worship is for those who were born by chance without the y chromosome.
Big business is also largely in the hands of women entrepreneurs, as is military power and strategy, and the carrying out of military operations. Men do most of the cleaning, catering, childcare, and nursing. In the workplace, young bottoms are caressed by passing strangers, crude invitations are common at the coffee machine, the stationery cupboard is a no-go area for the office junior without a friend to defend his back.
In the bedroom, women customarily take the initiative and expect their men to welcome them whether they are feeling receptive or not. If the women feel the urge, but have no resident man, they get into a car and drive around until they find one who looks willing. It is well-known among the sisterhood that they any young lad wearing tight jeans and a fashionable jacket is inviting their attention, and if their long wavy hair is blowing in the wind, well - they are gagging for it.
Mothers guard their sons anxiously, and worry about their safety if they are late home. Daughters are considered bold and strong, and there is a certain pride in their many conquests, but with sons you can never be sure they can fight off a determined and rugby-playing older woman.
In the pub, girls knock back pints and boast to their mates about last night, and swap tales of which of the teenage lads are "easy" and afterwards pester their date to let them go a bit further, a bit further, until they can't apply the brakes.
Their mothers leave Dad in charge of the kids while they watch Coronation street with a six-pack of lager. after father has put the kids to bed and washed the dishes, mother is in the mood, but father is tired out. That is tough, he is outvoted by a majority of one and if he objects, he gets a bruise or two by way of encouragement.
Perhaps Mother takes Father out for a film and a curry (feeling a bit generous today, she had a good time last night) leaving Auntie Sue babysitting. Auntie looks in at the weans tucked up in their little beds. How lovely they look. She slips in beside the little lad with the curls and rosy cheeks and strokes his back. And other parts.
Reversing the roles of the sexes, it sounds monstrous. It already is monstrous that women are still considered by many men as sex toys.
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The bottom line is, there are still vast gaps between the experiences of most men and most women, and the area where it hurts most (physically and otherwise) is in sexual harassment and rape. It is not the answer for men to guard their own womenfolk or to consider them responsible for attracting male domination and exploitation. Each man needs to police his own behaviour and attitude - as women are already expected to, if they don't want to be thought to be fair game.
What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.