Originally a comment by Bjarte Foshaug on Return of pearls and handbags.

I’m a man myself, and if I were a woman, I wouldn’t feel safe around men either. If the election of the pussygrabber, the rise of the manosphere, the sheer magnitude of the inherently misogynistic porn industry etc. should have taught us any lessons, it’s that male predatory attitudes, as well as general hate and contempt towards women, are not ”fringe”.

One of the mixed “blessings” of growing up male is that – unless you’re going to spend your life in a sealed box – you can hardly avoid being exposed to vast amounts of misogynistic “locker-room” talk from other “boy-men” who seem to take for granted that you’re going to find their “banter” totally awesome. Why do they think that? Probably because their behavior has resulted in far more social reward than pushback from their male peers.

The heroes of the action movies that were popular when I grew up were almost without exception misogynists, and many of them were predators. And remember, these were the guys we were supposed to find totally cool And, as I have previously mentioned, the lyrics of much of the rock music I grew up listening to might as well have been written by a serial rapist, and as a matter of fact many of them probably were. It didn’t stop fans by the hundreds of thousands from cheering as if it were the coolest thing ever. From what I have gathered things are not much better in the hiphop and rap scenes.

I can only conclude that women have to have nerves of steel to ever risk the company of any man, knowing that such a large proportion of them are fully on board with all this crap. Feminists (the real kind, not the “for men” kind) are often accused of misandry, so let me set this straight right away. They’re not misandrists. And I should know: I’m a misandrist, and the feminists all disagree with me.