I think probably, yeah. I find it a bit sad that my husband probably couldn’t wear dresses to play princesses if he wanted, or adore animals in a gentle way, or play with babies, or was told not to cry, or to be a man if he needed support. But I love him as he is. It’s quite abstract for me to understand how that affects boys, I don’t know how different he would be if the world was different, I’m not a man, it’s hard to judge how difficult those things would be, how they feel growing up - like all kids I was wrapped up in my own experiences and didn’t have the maturity to see into the depths of my peers struggles. It’s hard to be active in changing something that happened in the past when you’re just trying to survive in the present, and when your voice is discounted in the discussion because you have the wrong genitals.

But when you have a kid, they are your world. You aren’t trying to survive anymore, you are trying to get them to survive. You see this innocent child, free of any societal pressure, just being themselves, and you watch the world mould them, change them, sometimes in ways that aren’t fair or aren’t right. And it’s your kid. And it makes you angry. And suddenly you have a voice that counts, because you must speak for them. Suddenly the opposite genders struggle is your struggle too. You’re invested, involved, it directly affects you, and you now have the power and drive to do something about it. It’s the difference between hearing a sad story and being directly involved - one is much more traumatic and one you work harder to fix than the other.

Tldr; people are a little bit lazy but essentially good and don’t really have the drive or power necessary to try effect a hard social change until it actually happens to them.