Over the space of 200 or so years, the change forced upon men was astonishing.
For thousands of years men had ruled, fought, thieved, invented, murdered and explored. They had believed that they were innately the superior sex, that their star must be ascendant forever. They were powerful and they were magnificent. They made the gods in their image and women their servants.
It must have been inconceivable to the great Victorian male that his seemingly eternal rule was about to be brought down by those whom Tennyson called “The soft and milky rabble of womankind, Poor weakling even as they are”.
And yet by the middle of the 21st century men were submissive to the new dominant sex. Forced to wear makeup and dresses, do housework and raise children, their jobs and money taken away, patronised by female bosses and declared inferior by female scientists, they had been cruelly humiliated.
How far the mighty had fallen!