How does it make you feel when you're having a discussion with people you have something in common with, about something you have in common, like giving birth or birth trauma or breastfeeding, or being a mother or daughter or wife or sister, perhaps even being an abused wife or daughter or sister, and someone who does not share the experience, a man with strident opinions, shall we say, and maybe a friend or two he has invited along, plonks himself down among you and pontificates and scolds, and finally the discussion ends up revolving around accusations of man-hating, with advice and commiseration being wilfully misinterpreted as expressions of misandry?
Apologies, very long sentence there. But no apology for the contents.