You’ve summed it up about as well as it could be stated.
Why thanks!
This nonsense of men and women being equal in physical confrontation goes back at least four decades.
40 years ago my friends and I used to play sandlot tackle football most Sunday afternoons during the season. Eventually quit when we realized how many injuries we were incurring. I myself broke my ankle in two places trying to be a fullback. :)
The girlfriends and wives used to gather to watch. One day one of the girlfriends decided she wanted to play instead of just watch. She eventually talked us into it, but for several plays guys just went around her carefully. She was offended and insisted we treat her like anybody else.
So we did. Two plays later she limped off the field, bitterly complaining about how “mean” we were. And that was just from some blocking, she was never even tackled.