I have come to see women as victims more often and men as perpetrators more often. Humans seem to have a tendency to take what they see and put it in boxes, the smaller the better. We take reality and stuff it in a shoebox that stacks neatly on top of the rest of our junk. My man box includes my father, his father, and the older boys who used to tease me in Sunday school, all the scary criminals on the 6 o'clock news, President Clinton, my friends who let me cry on their shoulders when things were bad. Like a Boy Scout, humans tend to attach negative feelings to boxes so they can be prepared for the worst to come out of it.
Mystery can also lend a lot of negativity to a category.
When we don't understand something, we often think there must be something terrible just under the surface. So, to recap, glancing around my brain, I see a lot of boxes, but let's stick to men and women. It has a lot of women who yell at their children in it. The woman in the shoe department who ignored me when I wore ripped jeans to the mall is there. It has girls who broke the hearts of my friends in it.