If a person is highly regarded, then that regard bestows a certain subtle power, and thus the scramble to be so regarded. Although we live in a patriarchy, there are certain myths which hold that matriarchies have existed, albeit in the distant past.
For instance, a misogynist may regard women as, at worst, sub-human; but from a matriarchal viewpoint a similarly dismissive judgement may well, and often does occur, but as yet seems to have no name.
Maggie is taking a walk when she sees her friend Doris; she stops and speaks:
‘Janice tells me that she saw you out with my boy-friend last night. He told me he was working late.’
‘What a lying bastard,’ says Doris. ‘As far as I’m concerned he’s the most boring drip I’ve come across in a long time. Why do you put up with him?’
‘Well I know he’s a drip, but he does have a nice smile,’ says Maggie.
‘So what?’ says Doris. ‘He’s an out and out wanker.’
‘I know that too,’ says Maggie. ‘In fact that’s what I called him the other day when he was going on and on about Wittgenstein, I said: “Why don’t you shut up about Wittgenstein? You’re a bloody wanker, and you haven’t even noticed my hair.’
‘Yeah, bloody wanker,’ says Doris.
Dave Tomlin from Power Lines