Thing that happened a couple of weekends ago (bear with me, a bit stream of consciousness so feel free to skip).
FamilyKuc had been out doing stuff in the city centre and stayed for an early-ish dinner. We went to the bus stop on the main high street to catch the bus home. It was around 8:30pm, so not late, but late enough for early Saturday night "revellers" to have started arriving in the city centre.
Above the row of shops behind the bus stop, there's some sort of (self-billed) Hong Kong style massage and spa establishment.
As we were standing at the bus stop, we became aware of a disturbance: clattering, crashing sounds, galumphing down the stairs sounds, and that general incoherent whopping vocalisation which will be familiar to anyone who's encountered an exuberant gathering of young men. We turned to see 4-5 young men bursting out of the massage shop's narrow stairway entrance and whooping triumphantly as they ran off along the high street, the last man pushing over the pair of floral planters on either side of the door, flinging plants and soil all over the public pavement. We could see the stairwell too was covered in broken pots, soil and pulled-up plants. Three Chinese women (looked mid-30s in age) came down the stairs looking shell-shocked.
We and several passers-by came over to check they were OK and helped to tidy up the mess on the pavement. The women said something about the group having come upstairs, made enquiries (not clear whether this was a pretext to enter the premises, or whether a genuine enquiry had led to some sort of disagreement), then started acting up and trashing their extensive collection of plants. The women were all in tears and it was awful to watch them sweeping up their broken pots and having to throw away destroyed plants.
I commented furiously on the clearly racist and sexist nature of this attack. DD1 looked stunned and exclaimed, "I don't think [the victims'] gender had anything to do with it!" and for a moment I was speechless. Then DD2 quietly said, "Well, I doubt if those men would have done it if there'd been a male staff member present." So DD2 at least seemed to get it, on some level.
Anyway, TL:DR.
What I've been dwelling on is: I'm so thankful that my teenage DDs seem to have escaped any direct experience of male-on-female "misbehaviour" such that they can go around blissfully unaware. Long may it continue, preferably forever! But perhaps it's precisely this sort of {sheltered (not sure if that's the right word?) in a fortunate bubble of nice friends and loving family, also an enormous element of good luck, plus a big dose of middle-class confident selective blindness} thing that is the underpinning of so many BeKind hand-maidens?