reproduction

Being jealous of milk cows isn't very empathetic.

edit: let's take the greatest book ever written, the Iliad. In it there are men and women.

Men's lives are shitty. They have to fight, they die etc. Meanwhile women sit behind the city walls, because they're frail and precious.

They sit there waiting for their children to be killed and for themselves to be taken into sexual slavery. The young ones, the old/ugly ones would be killed ofc. Except for Helen none of the named women in the Iliad have a happy life/death. I'd argue not even Helen, since she talks a lot about wishing she was killed at birth.

Why would you be envious of that? Why would you desire that for yourself? Why can't you imagine that even if you do want to be in that position, other people don't? Where is the empathy?

I'd rather be the lowest soldier rather than any woman in Troy.