I don’t know if it’s from growing up with three brothers, but my responses to attack are much more typically male than not.
The first time someone tried to rape me, I was 15. I was in the subway, walking through a tunnel toward the stairway up to the street when a man pushed me up against the wall, holding my neck with his forearm (which was holding a knife).
I remember thinking to myself, “It’s 10:30 in the morning in the subway, and this guy’s trying to rape me?” Fortunately for me, I’m good at multitasking, because while I was being incredulous, my body just dealt with it; without even thinking, I kneed the guy in the groin with all my might. The guy crumbled, and I walked away, fast.
I remember he was lying on the ground, shouting as I left, “I thought your kind liked that!”
I never did figure out what kind he meant. Just women in general, I guess. We’re all asking for it.