Two friends are overheard talking…
“So what’s he like then?”
“Oh, he’s such a woman! All kind and considerate.”
“Girl, you’re so lucky! I wish mine was like that, but she’s such a man. All bravado on the outside and needy like a little boy underneath.”
“Woman, how do you cope with that?”
“Goddess only knows…”
And the moral of the story is: it’s not inevitably bad to be compared to a woman and neither is it automatically good to be likened to a man. Being ‘like’ a woman or girl is only considered less in a world which sees men as their superior.
But what’s actually so great about being (like the patriarchal ideal that is) a man? According to Esquire: “[a] man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know”. Considering what (most) other men ‘know’, which woman in her right mind, or man, would think it flattering to be compared to that?