You know, I have a lovely, small, invite-only group of friends On The Internet, and we started from a really common premise. We're all the same age within a few years, all female, all the same socio-economic demographic to the point where we skew very heavily towards two or three professions, we have therefore all tended to have children at the same time, it is as homogenous as FUCK.
And we are all awfully nice people, and all awfully socially conscious, politically correct, small-l-liberal people who are not only not overtly sexist, racist, transphobic, ableist, etc etc., but most of us are consciously not so: we educate ourselves actively.
But of this group of 20 women, only one of us was black. And I speak in the past tense not because she has ceased to be black but because she just left the group. Because no matter how good our intentions, no matter how optimistic our starting point - we did not really understand her lived experience. She understood ours, of course, because the white narrative is the dominant narrative, she's absorbed it in every film and every novel and every power play in her entire life. But we didn't see hers, which means that over and over again we were being subtly racist, we were dismissing her lived experience, mostly we were failing to shut the fuck up and listen when she told us things.
Here's the thing, men. You might be nice men. You might have the best intentions. But when you say shit about 'how can you preference women's lived experience but dismiss men's' and feel that you are not just participating but adding value that wouldn't be obtainable if you didn't chip in. Well, that alone tells me that you don't get it. You don't get it!