I once worked in the office of a well-known women’s magazine, where I was the only man. It was fine, except for the occasions when a bunch of colleagues would have a lengthy conversation, and at the end of it turn to me (for the first time) and ask, “So, what do men think?” As if I was the mouthpiece for my entire gender.
I had the same feeling writing for the sadly defunct B magazine, where I was commisioned to be in essentially the same position. I knew I had to be nice, funny, fair, nice, harmless yet funny, try not to upset anyone, male or female, and above all, nice. Writing for a male audience was a cinch in comparison.