But, please believe, I will not allow him to act that way so he can be spared feelings of insecurity and loneliness and inferiority and avoid sinking into depression and self hatred. Screw that.
and i think if you examined movies by Walt Disney, you’d draw the opposite conclusions.

You’re creating a false narrative here.

Men who feel these things are not the same sorts of men who cat call, not generally. They’re the invisible men. The guy with crooked yellow teeth, whose parents were too poor to get him dental care. The overweight guy with a vanishing hair line. The guy with an effeminate voice. The guy with a severe stutter. Or someone who is otherwise completely normal, but is just that — normal. Maybe a little too plain. They are not the sort who aggressively cat call. They’re the type who play video games, paint miniatures, or watch birds.

They are not “alpha” males who admire their pecs when they lift. They do not drive loud cars and big trucks.

These are the very certain kind of guys who do all of the things you mentioned. Cat calling, feels like what is his has been lost, feels like he is a gift to women. They’re strutting peacocks. They’re also a sliver of a gender. They are no more representative than the women I interact with that expect me to do things for them, like pressing an elevator button, or getting something heavy at the store.

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