Sometimes people fight the wrong enemy, but then, one can only fight an enemy who is available.
In the town where I was living when I was about 15, there was a huge young man who was wittily called " Big LXXXn" .He was massive, and dangerous to know. Scarey. His older brother was called " Little LXXXn". This was A Good Name, as he was small , and weedy. Not very scarey at all. Big LXXXn was in the habit of persistently beating up any young men who "looked at him funny", or who might be potential rivals, should they be lucky enough to live that long.
Usually, the favoured response to a painful interaction with Big L action was to go down town, find Little L, and give him a good kicking. Little L was available. This is all hearsay, of course, but one heard people say it.
The way the few TS women who cower in the corners of these feminist threads, smiling nervously and occasionally twitching and ducking are treated ( by some, not all) reminds me of the Big LXXXn/ Little LXXXn situation. We represent Little L. We are clearly not a threat, but we are here and available for a really good, spirited, kicking.
This little story is designed to deliver a gentle message. Not to insult, or to stir up anyone. People don't like us. We are not always sure we like ourselves all that much, actually. So we are OK-ish with it, and we understand. But there are far more dangerous people out there.