Is This The Scene?

To many women, a man isn’t a person, he’s a red flag in a hoodie. He’s the reason they check the backseat and keep their keys between their knuckles. On the street, the male frame is seen as a predator on the hunt, a walking threat whose only setting is ‘take.’ Every heavy step behind them is a countdown to a problem, and every ‘hey’ is just a hook for a hustle or a hunt for control.

The talk on the sidewalk is that men are wired for damage. They’re seen as ego-driven machines who use their size to crowd the room and their silence to play mind games. They are viewed as emotionally bankrupt, guys who only know how to value a woman as a trophy or a target. In this view, masculine pride isn’t about honour; it’s just a cover for a ‘might makes right’ attitude that seems to refuse to change.

Bottom line: the perception is that some men are a tax on a woman’s peace of mind. They’re seen as the wall in the way of progress, a historical menace that hasn’t learned to grow up. To a world that’s tired of watching its back, the man is the wolf at the door, an intruder whose presence is something to be survived rather than shared.

Occasionally a man is born and raised as a gentle soul, one who can care, does not want to attack and control, maybe he just wants to be equal.

An anomaly for sure, raised in the shadows of the mainstream negative view of males. Can these softer souls pass on their wisdom? Of course, they can, but it needs to be accepted by those who have a tough exterior who want to change, or accepted by their wider family, that if they pass on their approach to life to their children, they will accept what’s on offer with open hearts.

© Steve Gray 2026