Look, it's a long slog to make yourself a decent person. I once wrote a fairly popular blog post entitled "I am". It contained passages such as
I am a friend. A friend to women who I met when I was 5 years old, ones I met in high school, college, grad school. Women I met as a postdoc, as a faculty member, as an inhabitant of my community.
I am a boss and a mentor. Women work for me and with me on my various professional activities.
I am a husband. My spouse is a professional person working, as it happens, in the sciences.
I am a father. Of a nonzero number of miniwomen.
These sorts of sentiments still feel truthful to me.
But so do the sentiments in this piece which takes a shot at such self-referential thinking:
I’m not proud to admit this, but before I had daughters, I sometimes used to harvest women for their organs to build Liver Pyramids in my backyard. I just didn’t see a problem with it. I sure do now, though. What if someone killed my daughters just to make a pyramid, or even a ziggurat, out of women’s internal organs in their backyard? I sure wouldn’t like that at all. They’re my daughters!
Go read the whole thing. Careful with drinking any coffee until you are done.