Being taught complementarian Christian theology was like being served pie with glass shards mixed into the filling. I grew up loving Bible stories, and believing Jesus loved me, but I was also regularly reminded, subtly, and not so subtly, of my inferior status as a female.
I would voice my complaints: “Um, this pie is delicious, but it has glass in it!”
The response, “Oh, yeah. That’s God’s special ingredient for girls and women. You don’t like it? We didn’t write the recipe, we just followed God’s directions. You sound pretty ungrateful; you get to eat amazing pie! If you have complaints, take them up with God. He wrote the recipe.”
Me: “Does your pie have glass in it?”
“No, silly! Males and females are different! There is a different recipe for boys and men. Neither pie is better or worse. Just different.”