In the 90s there was this purple dinosaur from a children’s TV show that everyone seemed to hate. I don’t know anything about him or why we were supposed to hate him. To know anything about him you would have to have watched a show for 3 year olds, so if you did that then you deserve to be annoyed by it. Right?
My dad was born in 1932. If some fat bearded hippie had started talking “rape and whores” around women, my dad would have punched him in the face. If no woman was around, he would have just told the pudgy incel to piss off. That’s the kind of sexism that existed back then among most decent folks.