If you ever wondered why there’s so much fiction about dead women and angry men (probably written almost exclusively by cisgendered heterosexual men), blaming toxic masculinity is probably a safe bet.
Every novel about a dead woman and an angry man is a confession of allegorical (or metaphorical) murder at the hands of an author who felt forced to murder the feminine aspects of his psyche to be accepted as a man by his society.
No, I’m not getting Freudian on you. I’m getting Jungian. Wikipedia offers a basic introduction to his notions of anima and animus.
On a lighter note, “Dead Women and Angry Men” is probably a rejected Volbeat album title. It fits the pattern of previous titles like Outlaw Gentlemen and Shady Ladies.