In the end the decision to eradicate men was relatively easy to make. It was obvious that they no longer served a useful purpose. The cost of maintaining them had simply become too high; expensive distractions in the form of mass media sports leagues, wasteful automobiles, pubs, bars and strip clubs were just not something that could be justified anymore. Further to this they just caused too much destruction and pollution without really delivering much in return. Gone were the days when they were capable of doing useful things such as building roads, houses or machines. In fact the machines could produce everything better than men and never demanded a thing in return.
Responsible for all of the economic crises that had crippled the planet, and ensuingly starting (but not finishing) pointless wars that mostly affected women and children it was agreed that if there would be survival on the planet the men would have to go. A small amount would be held for reproductive purposes, but they would no longer be allowed to roam free.
The emasculation programmes started in the 1980s had succeeded in gradually moving men away from their primary purposes in life, alongside enslaving them with crippling mortgage debt, culture was nudged towards generating the perfect narcissist. The men that were no longer men but didn’t realise would be far easier to remove when the time came. They no longer had enough testosterone for their fight or flight mechanisms to activate sufficiently — most were too distracted by caring about their attractiveness to notice what was about to happen…
They were not missed.
Long into the future women would gather around old books, in these books were stories of a courageous, intelligent species known as men — selfless, compassionate and full of life, taking care of their families. They wondered if this species had ever existed and what it would be like to have this thing described as a family.