A little while ago I was traveling down a main road in a semi-well-heeled suburb. Parked along the road was this very large Cadillac that was not moving, with two cop cars parked behind, lights flashing. Upon further inspection, I saw a lady of about thirty, thin and well dressed, talking to the cops. One of the cops had a gas can in his hand and was moving toward the Cadillac. It all became clear what was happening.
The cops were going out of their way to take care of the lady. Supposedly they are there to protect and serve, so this maybe wasn’t such a bad thing. Of course, if I was in such a situation, they might have asked me what my problem was; after which laughed/scowled at my predicament. Of course, being a fella, I would be expected to take care of the situation myself. Furthermore, I would be expected to be on my toes such that it was avoided in the first place. This is all mostly a good thing, as it keeps men responsible for themselves.
There is of course the equality thing that feminists have pushed for seemingly forever. It does not seem to apply here. This is not really news. But it bears reminding.