Good heavens, no! I’d hate to be a man.
This reminds me of when, at the age of ten, my form at school (all girls) were asked if we would like to be boys. Only two of us didn’t! The reason given was that boys have more fun. I couldn’t see that at all. Perhaps my upbringing was unusual, but I had just as much fun as my brother and was not repressed because I was a girl. Opportunities and expectations were the same.
I have to admit, though, that one of my main reasons for not wanting to be a boy was clothes. Imagine having to spend your whole life in grey flannel, as boys did then - nothing colourful, nothing pretty. How boring to be male!