That woman probably never even really read Bukowski or isn't sensitive to other people's experiences in general. There's a lot of judgement in this world. She is exactly the sort of person Buk writes about a lot of the time. People just aren't good to each other. Something like that, right?
When I first picked up Ham on Rye, I was a bigger feminist then (or so I thought) than I am now. And not to say feminists equate to man-hating, but I had many reasons to hate them at that time. I was at least angry with them and mistakenly generalized many negative traits in people as male--a sort of "them against me" mentality. And as womanizing as Bukowski may seem to be in his stories, he gives some of us hope for mankind. I think more hope than any other writer, male or female. At least for me, his stories and poems had a profound empathetic effect on me not just about men, but all people. All people can be horrible. Many people can be beautiful.