I am in my sixties. I was raised to stand when a woman walked into the room, to open doors for women, etc. And I did that for a long time. But I stopped doing that years ago when I opened the door for a woman who then proceeded to chew me out in public, saying she was a woman and didn’t need a “f***ing man” to open a door for her. Oh, I will still open a door for a woman whose hands are full with packages or a child, or a woman who has an obvious disability. But for and apparently healthy woman? Not a chance.
And I dumped a woman because she thought Iron Maiden was pretentious.
When I went to a state school, I was shocked at the anti-man sentiments everywhere but quickly adapted to it. One day a friend and I were walking across a large plaza between buildings (during class time - it was pretty empty, and a crappy day weatherwise), and when we reached the science lab we heard someone yelling. We turned to see a female student in distress with a stray dog (nothing life-threatening); we looked at each other, smiled, and walked into the building.
They won; we lost. Oh well. It was sad how I had changed into someone who would do that.
Can’t say I blame you. What an ungrateful witch.
When a man holds a door for me, I always thank him nicely, and usually, he's surprised and pleased. He'll be more likely to do it for another woman, later on.