I love (genuinely, it's interesting) when a male author tries to write as a female character and gets it badly wrong.
Male author: She blushed, impressed by his courage in having asked her out. He was kind of attractive, and she felt very aroused. "I'm so flattered," she whispered shyly. "But I have a boyfriend."
Female author: She stared at the table, annoyed at the awkwardness of the situation. The stranger hung over her, like a scavenging gull. "I'm so flattered," she said limply. "But I have a boyfriend."
Sometimes male anger at ‘women getting special treatment’ reminds me of a gorilla experiment.
One gorilla gets a banana every hour. The females next to him get one every four hours. Then someone decides to be ‘fairer’ and gives the females a banana every two hours instead. The original gorilla? He flips out. He’s still getting his banana every hour, but it feels like a loss because his advantage shrank.
That’s how a lot of men react to basic fairness for women: not as justice, but as theft.