Boy: you live in a large city. Would be fun to go around torturing bugs for fun, play around the forest with other kids, ride a bike through rough terrain etc. but not even cockroaches are in your rich house, no forest in 100 miles, every kid has bonus lessons mandated by their parents (yours too), there're safe bike roads everywhere and what fun is riding on that. You're bored out of your skull with piano lessons when you're 10, nothing to do but learn and twitt and even if you'd risk something fun, everyone forces into your head that it's "toxic masculinity" and your parents don't want you to get dirty or catch some poor man's disease and don't care about you as a person, having so much money to make and no time for any bullshit. In high school, every girl is unapproachable unless you want a rap sheet when 16 and they talk and talk and talk about feminism, diversity, ecology and you want to punch her but you swallow this to get in her pants. You score maybe once with some fat goth chick, the slim ones look down upon well-groomed guys like you cause you're boring and common and look after dangerous bad boys who are unique and exciting. I'd be fun to make a bow and shoot with it, but you're told it's too dangerous and you'll hurt yourself and you're a fascist nazist racist Injun-appropiating scum for thinking about it, by your teacher no less. Everything is so boooring, when you grow up you'll be doing the same boring things - learning, working, socializing with losers and harpies, getting bullied by bad boys and CEOs, having no children because it's bad for the planet, resisting the urge to kill your girlfriend for wanting a polyamorous relationship. Yeah, you could grow a beard and go to Syria but there's no water, food has parasites and you might get a scar that will ruin your fuckability. You might be killed too but you're a young adult and you think you're invincible. Hey, there are those "protests" where it's okay to punch Nazis and they don't even fight back! If they do, you're a hero and maybe that cure SS chick will fuck you? You can smash things, punch things, destroy things just for the fun of it, live like a maverick without hunger, cold or life insurance, vent off your aggression at random just like in the Internet. Maybe you'll earn a street creed and girls will think you're a badass bad boy. Cool. You'll feel important and useful for a while, you'll earn it for the first time.
Girl: you're fed up with manners, proper things, politeness, losers trying the lamest pickup lines, boys not having to go through periods and being better at math than you, girls who give you Hell for your clothes and makeup. Would be fun to have power over them all and make them suffer like you. Would be fun too to snatch one of those cool, talked about BLM activists, show him around you and watch how red those teasing bitches get. Teachers tell you boys are not special and you're as talented as them. Then you get frustrated with technical subjects and reach the only logical conclusion that the System is stacked in some way against you if you can't learn anything markettable. You major in humanities and think the same when nobody wants to hire you when you say you won't suck their dick during coffee breaks to have a job of answering simple E-mails. Jews... I mean men must hold oppressive power over women, it must be true and why you have such a bad time. Gee, you wanted to talk about one time in group about the wage gap misconception but other girls will expell you from the circle of influence and you'll be a pariah forever, so you agree with everything stupid and rumble inside. After a while, you go numb and say whatever is beneficial to you for the moment, maybe get a perverse pleasure from that, coping mechanism and all. You go more and more insane from all the contradictions or just shrug and don't bother to check facts to avoid breaking down. You go to the peaceful protests as there isn't really anything useful you do at your job, if you have one. You can always return to being daddy's sugar girl if you get in trouble. Protests are fun: you're an untouchable saint cow nobody can even touch without risking a rape accusation, you can tell all those pathetic losers what to do and they lap like puppies, you hang around the cool bad boy who will beat to a pulp anyone who wrongs you and have a cool past and is charming and you can feel useful by deluding yourself that you can make them better and you don't risk being called a cheap whore by bitches for going to bed with him and has muscles and ugly-but-arousing scarred face so unlike every other and won't bother to marry you and boss you around like dad did when he took away your credit card.