It's not about men or women. Oddly, it's also not about having all the money or power in the world or not having any of it. It's something about being human, having an innate fear of not belonging. None of us truly want to fight our own wars. We always look for or long for someone to come and fight ours. It's also not about choosing the easy way, it's just a desperate need to feel appreciated.
Have you ever noticed how we always look up to the person who stood for us against the world that one time? It does not matter how long we have fought our own battles. But that one time someone else did it for us counts.
The need to belong, to be cherished, to be saved is inherent in each one of us. Call it a weakness, call it a survival strategy, it keeps us hopeful that someday, someone will choose us over everything else. Someday we will belong. Someday we will be saved. Someday someone will choose us before everything else. And that's how our hopes live on while we perish a little every day.