The idea that a woman without a ring around her finger is like a dog without a collar around its neck - something to be both pitied and controlled.
The notion that I, as a woman, give a SHIT about the tidiness of my house. I may, or I may not, but it won't be because I am a woman.
The fact that when a woman hits the menopause and who you are is no longer definable by your breeding capabilities, you become a nonperson. You aren't hated and reviled, but you aren't heard. You aren't seen. Clever make up to hide the wrinkles, clever underwear to reduce the hip/waist ratio to that of a fertile woman and the breast to those of a younger woman, and hair dye to hide 'those tell tale grey hairs' - as if experience, patience and wisdom are something to be ashamed of and must be disguised when held by a female human.
That the loss of control that is crying is seen as more shameful than the loss of control that is shouting. Both are a loss of control. Both are toddler behavior. Both are weak, not just the one more commonly associated with women.
The fact that non resident fathers can take their kids for one night a week, cough up £30 and a MacDonalds a week and they're "really good, isn't he? Most dads don't bother!" If a non resident mother does that, "she's abandoned her babies". Why is that?
The ridiculous idea that a man left at home, alone, with a child should be forgiven for low level neglect such as inappropriate clothing for the weather, and inadequate food simply because he has a penis and that is the only reason.
You know how 'Pregnancy isn't an illness'?
Having a penis isn't a learning difficulty. Breasts produce milk, not Persil Gel and Flash multisurface, and furthermore, they do not come with a clean-sock-radar.