The men I relate with are deeply reverent toward women and the feminine.
They do not say this in words, but they show it via all the words they speak and the actions they take.
I'm grateful I know how to discern it, this true reverence, because the men who will outright tell me of their adoration and respect for women and the feminine often only show it that way.
They think thoughts about valuing women and the feminine, but their actions and underlying beliefs are not OF this reverence.
Often men whose behavior and speech reveals a latent reverence for the feminine would not claim to be exquisitely devoted—they always see ways they could do more, ways they're failing to be enough, ways they could be better.
"Those who know don't talk
those who talk don't know."
—Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
I've stopped taking men's words seriously, and I don't want to start ever again.
I take a man's presence seriously. I take his actions seriously. I take his embodied beliefs seriously. It's a relief to him that I don't put too much stock in his words.