Maybe someday your precious revolution will come, and as the militants gather the undesirables up for cleansing, you’ll see your firstborn marked for exinction with a pink triangle. Maybe then you’ll realize the hate inherant in the systems you embrace. Too late, you may find it.
In the comic book universe I created in high school, all of the protagonists (except one enby guest character) are female. Even the male character explicitly added as an author avatar eventually became a female (and changed roles).
On the other tentacle, all the antagonists are male dominated organizations.
We’ve somehow convinced ourselves that we’re the exception. That unlike every empire before us, we won’t collapse in a fit of decadence and corruption, having squandered every noble ideal we were founded on.