Measured from a man’s perspective, most women are under heavier burdens of stress than men – they ascribe importance to things that mean absolutely zero to most men – clothing, for instance, food prep, personal appearance, etc, etc . . .
That there are exceptions to the above views are obvious, but I believe few can doubt the validity of the statement that women generally suffer more from stress than do men . . .
Take now the situation in which a woman, bearing up under the normal gender ascribed stressors, finds that she is in a state of unwanted pregnancy, and deciding to rid herself of this, as she views it, onerous burden, suddenly is faced with the representatives of the causes of her discomfort, who, BTW, will suffer absolutely no physical, social, or financial consequences, are adding to her already heavy burden of stress by telling her that she cannot proceed as she wishes . . .
It is a credit to the unbelievable self-control of 99% of women in this situation, that they do not avail themselves of whatever method is at hand, hammers, loppers, guns, knives, chainsaws, or other methods to lay about them, screaming, “You arrogant SOB, how dare you tell me what I can do with my own body ?”
For men to sanctimoniously claim the high road of being the duly appointed representatives of all the ethical and moral models they can think of, buttressed by the biological shield that insures they will never have to suffer what the woman is enduring, (and consequently having no real clue of what they are saying or of how stupid they look) wear a mantle of long-suffering patience, when they should be on their knees, thanking their God (and their women) that they do not have to really know what the woman is going through, and further, that the women do not have control over their prostates . . .
The brave music of a distant drum, (FitzGerald’s Rubaiyat) in this case is obscenely adorned by a pompous mantle that ill-fits most men, and for which they should pray for forgiveness and for the ability to be a little more understanding . . .
FWIW, I am a happily married father of 3 – 2 girls and a boy . . .