For the record, I'm more than halfway through this book, and it's absolutely awful, and here's the quote that is probably going to make me quit it:
"I began to feel that I and other men were beginning to occupy a position in our society like that of women in repressive traditional societies, where the merest suggestion of sexual transgression could mean death."
There are so many things wrong with this sentence. So. many. First, death? A tainted reputation is not death. The notion that someone might give him the side-eye because someone spread a rumor that he had an affair is NOT COMPARABLE to the possibility of being stoned to death for making eye contact with a man you're not related to. He'd be better off comparing himself to a Victorian lady--his vapors would support the comparison.
Second, your white dude suffering is definitely EXACTLY like what third world women go through. How perceptive of you to relate the experiences. You know exactly what it's like.
And yes, men in general suffer like that, on an institutional level! Poor widdle guy.
He's a freaking doink. I hate him. Not sure if I can finish the book.