Where I come from they have a name for a certain type of man. A very descriptive phrase - with all the contempt in which such a man is held evident in its saying. It is "petticoat warrior".
So named because it illustrates the picture of a frightened little boy - safe behind his mother's petticoats - hurling abuse at the world, safe in the knowledge that mummy will protect him.
This is the term that came to mind on Friday night when I saw a politician telling a group of smirking women that he was "sorry for being a man".
He said that family and sexual violence was perpetrated overwhelmingly by men and that - presumably - he was apologising on behalf of all men. It was at the Women's Refuge Family Violence symposium in Auckland - and while you would have to be an idiot not to know that most people bashing women are men, the transparent sycophancy behind this statement portrays the confusion and crushing hatred in this troubled area - chillingly well.
An overwhelming majority of women have fathers, grandfathers, uncles, brothers, husbands, lovers and boyfriends who see it as their duty to love, protect and provide for them and who are just as appalled by family violence as they are.