yeah I don't mean that maleness is bad then by contrast and that femaleness has some kind of intrinsically good property. But that is speaking abstractly like, in an ethical sense. In a personal sense, obviously I want as few peckers in my field of vision and as many feminine ass cheeks as circumstance will allow, but I do not believe this to be like the tendency or goal of the universe or anything.
I never really interpreted that male and positivity are yang properties and female and negative are yin properties to somehow mean male is good and female is bad. Maybe it's irrelevant but the reverse relation wouldn't be any better. I like the general notion that we should balance these dichotomies.
I was just addressing any "traditional" kind of gender ideas where an imagined male "rationality" is upheld as the ideal state of being, over and against some feminine viewpoint which is usually regarded as stupid, inferior, silly, unevolved, childish and even metaphysically evil or wrong.
regarding equality of the value of the sexes, yes I agree that upholding women as the universal standard of good only hurts the men, and vice versa. I think that women achieve this peak horniness sexual thing in their early 30s (as opposed to men in their mid-late teens) because that is when they were mature enough to actively conspire against their aging mates, and manipulating the ignorant horny teenaged boys into killing and replacing them. That was probably human culture for a long time, and it would have led to the concentration of culture under a feminine aspect, because the women would live longer and have more stable lives and lines of descent/clan dynamics, while the men would be competing and replacing each other and seeking opponents and such. Eventually some smarter men caught on and taught the others how to most appropriately fear and mistreat the women to undo and suppress that dynamic.
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"