Being told that, categorically, he knows what he's talking about and she doesn't, however minor a part of any given conversation, perpetuates the ugliness of this world and holds back its light. After my book Wanderlust came out in 2000, I found myself better able to resist being bullied out of my own perceptions and interpretations. On two occasions around that time, I objected to the behavior of a man, only to be told that the incidents hadn't happened at all as I said, that I was subjective, delusional, overwrought, dishonest -- in a nutshell, female.
...Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they don't.
http://www.alternet.org/module/printversion/82222There are so many, many things I wanted to quote in this article---the paragraph here doesn't do it justice. Please, just read it all.
It's all about their perceived "cock privilege", as Warpy so succinctly puts it.
It reminds me of this OP:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=229&topic_id=9847&mesg_id=9847