... the romance novel genre, which has a lot of readers, almost exclusively features wealthy, powerful, attractive, high status men.
I have a theory that what romance novels are really about is reliable men. The fantasy trappings are wealth and status because they spell security, but the essential fantasy is men who will come through, no matter what.
That’s not all there is, but romantic heroes have got their beloved’s backs, no matter dastardly villains, crocodiles or sinister assassins. It’s a giddy fantasy for women with partners who won’t make them a cup of tea on a cold day.
As for men? I dunno. Simone de Beauvoir says women are the other for men, the shadow onto which is projected all of those things most despised by masculinity. Perhaps the bigger the gap between a male reality and their understanding of the demands of masculinity, the more projection of those despised fears and desires onto women. And then, of course you can hate and despise women as the carriers of your poisoned dreams without ever having to look into yourself.
It’s the fault of women, not you, not your culture.
And porn feeds that hatred, the shame men feel at their perverted arousal, projected onto the women who are the victims.