And Sophia, being an Aeon, conceived a thought from herself. She wanted to bring forth a likeness out of herself without the consent of the Spirit and without her consort.

And though the person of her maleness had not approved, she brought forth.

And she ended up raising Yaldabaoth the Demiurge, who created our dystopian reality, with all of its pain and strife and incels and hypergamy. Nice going, Sophia.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, all suffering is women's fault.