I love women, but the thought of male disposability makes me genuinely uncomfortable. The opening scene from Saving Private Ryan is one of the few movie scenes that make me feel physically sick, because I see all these young men, no different from you or me, sent into a meat-grinder, into a war that is really not their battle to fight, simply because they are considered expendable. Their dreams, their memories, their talents, all irrelevant. They were expendable.

Women are wonderful, but as far as sheer achievement goes, as a gender they are pretty mediocre overall. Yet it doesn't matter. You can be the most excellent man, a man that towers above the rest as far as talent and achievement goes. You can be a Mozart, a Tesla, a Newton, a Shakespeare, and yet when the boats starts sinking, all that is irrelevant. Women and children first. You last.

I don't judge Robert Carlyle's character in 28 Weeks Later one bit for abandoning his wife. Not one bit. I would have done the same.