When I used to do a part of the trainings for the local sexual assault shelter, I asked male volunteers if they remembered falling and hurting themselves on the playground. They would usually all say “yes.” I asked if their male friends had comforted them while they were crying. Without exception the men would laugh and say “no” that their male friends had ridiculed them for crying. I asked if the girls had made fun of them, too. They would usually all say “no.” This was how I tried to show men that patriarchy had stuck a knife in their own heart, and that feminism was the only way to heal.