I think just because a person acts a certain way, doesn’t mean that’s who they really are. They’ll never tell you, but maybe they are really into Depeche Mode and baking cupcakes. It’s an epidemic of guys without a true identity, pretending to be macho and misogynistic to gain acceptance: real jerks surrounded by satellite legions of faker jerks. It’s a poseur problem. I blame Douche Cologne:

Wait, you were in the Financial District??? That’s like ground zero for douche-a-rama poseurville. You’re lucky to get out of there unscathed. Is your collar popped? Whew, you’re fine.