A young lady at my dentist’s office inquired what book I was reading in the waiting room. I told her it was Roman history. I asked what she was reading and surprising to me she said Science Fiction. I asked what and she said it was future militarist history written with many women characters in combat and action roles. I told her I had read a lot of SciFi three decades ago but not much since.
I did check out a David Weber series and it was not terribly written and darn near conservative in values.
I recall a scene from Xena the Warrior Princess wherein some blonde model with near zero muscle mass is depicted as wrestling with some really bulked up horrible looking dude. Of course, she prevails in this depiction, but the giveaway is that her triceps, such as they are, are hanging flaccid the whole time. Seared in my memory. A perfect metaphor for the gigantic ruse of female equality, extended these days of course to female SUPERIORITY.