I only realised relatively recently that my mother is a misogynist. Once I had that lightbulb moment, so many things fell into place. It even made it easier for me to sympathise rather than condemn her, because I can see why she is like she is.
For her, it is an extension of her own self loathing. She was brought up by parents who idolised her older brother and were ashamed of her for being tall and overweight. Then at a very young age she met and married my father who, under his jovial bon homie, is a chauvenist and a bully. He is quite manipulative and devious, and it suits him down to the ground to have a wife who believes in doing everything for him.
In turn she went on to adore my brothers and dislike me. She finds it so difficult to see me as a confident feminist, strident in my opinions even when they upset men
. She absolutely revels in the steriotypical differences between the genders ("come on, shall we girls go and do the washing up while the chaps watch rugby?!"). In a way though, I think she envies me. I'm not sure. She certainly doesn't know how to relate to me.
She dislikes women, and prides herself in being 'one of the boys', and the only woman who is tolerated on boys night down at the club. Male = GOOD in her world.
Some of her ideas are really sad though. She is genuinely riled by the success of Dawn French, because how can that fat woman be so successful? Why on earth do people think she is attractive? She stopped watching Vicar of Dib when Gerry got that gorgeous boyfriend because "it was so silly, as if that gorgeous man would look at her." :(