Men are born into this world pretty much exactly the same way as women. It’s not very long however before the paths laid out before the two genders begin to diverge—and that’s not even mentioning all the folks out there who don’t slot neatly into one of these binaries, nor the various other criteria like skin colour or disability that determine the difficulty of one’s path through life. But generally speaking, if you’re born a man, your path through this life is a relative cakewalk compared to the path a woman has to walk. In fact, it’s a measure of a man’s privilege that one of the hardest things he will ever have to do is simply realise how much harder everyone else has it. We have it comparatively so easy that just realising how easy we have it is hard. But as a man, if you’re honest with yourself, and if you move through this life with eyes and ears open, the truth is inescapable: The patriarchal world we’ve built is an actual minefield for women.
Take going out for example. A healthy portion of my youth was spent going out. Pubs, bars, clubs, late nights, whatever—fun was the key word. Fun. Pure fun. By and large, male fun is not tainted by fear. Barring exceptional circumstances, we go out, and we do not worry about having to travel in groups, about keeping people informed as to where we are, or indeed about leaving our drinks alone when we go to the toilet. Shit, take that drink with you outside as you go for a smoke and leave it on the pavement by a wall while you take part in an impromptu drunken race in your socks if you want. Pass out for hours in a hedge if the fancy takes you. Come back and find your drink. If a rat hasn’t drowned in it, you’ll likely be fine.
A woman’s potential experience? A woman’s potential experience can look like this:
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