Oh yes, men love women being sweet and agreeable, that's what we're supposed to be and all's good when I'm living my assigned gender role. Men like me too and call me "nice" when I'm being cute and pretty and not causing trouble. But when I speak my mind about something important to me, about issues facing women and challenge men's power structure, I'm a "horrible person" and even men I like (and who generally like me) will turn on me, because men defend men's interests, which include continual suppression of women and our voices.
And it's much easier for me speaking here, in real life I'm very quiet, and in situations like this I'd just try to get out of it, because you also have a physical intimidation factor to worry about. But as long as women you know don't challenge you, and keep in their place like you feel they should, you like them - and this is what misogyny is all about.
And it's not like I don't care about men's pain, I know you have issues, it's just you try to drown out women's voices, who frankly right now have much bigger concerns you'd rather totally ignore.
Imagine a man and a woman in a room: her arm has just been broken, and he stubbed his toe. She's in great pain and needs medical attention, but all he cares about is talking about how much pain he's in. Her attitude is "I know you're hurting, but I'm afraid I really don't care at this moment because frankly your injury isn't nearly severe as mine, but after you help me get my arm fixed and I'm healed I'll be happy to comfort you, but not before my pain is treated. Especially since you're the one who broke my arm."
As I've said, I agree the situation women face is much worse than that faced by men, which is why I don't crusade against feminism and why I roll my eyes at attempts to equivocate the two.
But I'm not sure this analogy fits. Let's face it: it'll take a century or so for sexism to go away, at least. I'm not going to wait that long.
TL; DR the following? Yes, women have it much worse than men do, I'll try to help, I hate it when men try to hurt you or claim they have it worse when they don't, and I've changed my routine and thoughts to avoid hurting you--but I've still got to get help for my own issues, whether you've allowed me to or not. I'm not going to wait for another century or so for sexism to hopefully mayyybe end so I can be "allowed" to address problems of my own, and I don't like always being resented for being born a male, so don't expect me to help whole-heartedly. I'm not the enemy, and i'm tired of being treated like one.
I'd say that for me, it's more like I'm friends with a woman who suffered severe burns, broken bones, trauma, and worse for no reason, from a gang of women-hating men and who took it out on me and broke one of my toes.
She needs immediate medical attention, more than I do. What happened to her is horrible and inexcusable, worse than what happened to me. She's taken the whole first aid kit--I could've at least used the toe splint in there, but fine, she's really hurting and needed a lot of the kit. She demands I come over and help regularly, so I change my schedule a bit.
But she broke my toe, I notice her glaring at me regularly, she's told her friends I was mean to her, they glare at and shun me, and she wants me to donate a couple grand to help fund her surgery and lengthy recovery. She also tells me not to bother her when I'm not helping her, and she has a broad and vague definition of "bother." She assures me that, forty or fifty or seventy years from now, she'll have recovered from her serious injuries and overcome her trauma. Only then will she allow me to complain without smacking me, let me get a first aid kit, tell her friends to forgive me, and then forgive me herself. For the injuries someone else gave her, and which I've tried to help her with, and while I've tried to defend her from that vicious gang when they swing by to harass and attack her.
So I do what I can to help her recover, I try to give her emotional support, I hate the gang, I try to chase them off whenever they return--but I also sneak the toe splint out of the first aid kit she's guarding, I talk to her less, I trust her less, I share less with her, I avoid her friends, I complain about the situation to my other friends, and in general I grow distant. Then she asks me why I'm not as friendly, or why I avoid her friends, since although I'm just a man, I'm one of the few "good ones," and a credit to my otherwise horrible sex, and I don't want her to blow up on me, so I tend not to say much in answer. I also start discreetly looking around for different friends who don't resent me for existing and who don't break my toes because I look like the people who hurt her.