Beef with Cheesecake

I've been ruminating on the origin of the species' specifically as it concerns gender.

 X and Y are the variables, and they say that boys are made, simply enough, as a recipe of snakes, snails and puppy dog tails. 

As far as I can discern that has to do with pursuing the woman; if it starts off as cute as a little liar can possibly be, then, evolving through a sphinx's riddle to end on a 3rd leg by the time they are grown men, it seems only natural, if not slowly attained.

On the X's it seems cheap to spell out that girls are made of sugar & spice & everything nice; but after a ponderance, I came to conclude that if you can't shout from sugar with moxie to start, you'll never be able to drown out a boy who is beta or lesser than that. To earn to right to be nice by always taking the high road would imply that the crazy war runs much deeper in the female species than the male.

She wants to be a soft thing and she makes arms, so by extension has every right to bear them/his.

A Lady.

And She wants Him to be proper superior. Not equal.

A Gentleman.

Not necessarily British, from the 1800s, but it'll suffice.