Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an anguished O. He had to admit, there was real pleasure in seeing her pay the price for her bitching and whining and moaning. She'd called men like him misogynists. That was the opposite of what they were. Men like him, they loved women. They understood the kind of life that suited women best. They knew what women really wanted. Proper women didn't want to be out there in the world, having to shout the odds all the time. They wanted to build homes, take care of families, make their mark and exercise their power inside the home. Being women, not fake men. After
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The scene captures a moment of realization for a woman who has harshly judged the protagonist, reflecting an emotional turmoil as she confronts her misconceptions. The protagonist feels a sense of satisfaction in seeing her distress, considering it a consequence of her previous criticisms. He perceives his perspective as one that genuinely cherishes and understands women, contrary to her accusations of misogyny.

According to him, men like himself recognize the true desires of women, advocating for traditional roles that emphasize home-building and family care. He believes that authentic femininity flourishes away from the chaos of the external world, allowing women to assert their strength and influence within the domestic sphere, reinforcing the idea that being a woman involves fulfilling these nurturing roles rather than conforming to societal pressures to act like men.

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