Uh...I'm sorry did you just refer to an attempted sexual assault on your MC by her brother as a "bodice ripper that isn't a Fabio moment"? That strikes me as ridiculously insensitive especially since assault and harassment appear to be major plot points in your story. Forgive me if I've misinterpreted, but that's what I read. I also have no idea what a #MeToo moment means in the context of the 1870s (something tells me a social media campaign designed to challenge the shame and silence around rape culture isn't a thing in the story). Whatever it is, it's coming across as dismissive of something painful and serious. I'd encourage you to educate yourself more if you plan to write about these issues.
The reason you can't find a "men would say X, women would say Y" guide is because it doesn't exist. Men, women, genderqueer, nb folks, etc. will experience the world in different ways, but you learn how to portray that by standing back, listening, and immersing yourself in their voices. In this case, women's voices. There no shortcut. First and foremost though, write your character not their gender stereotype.
I sincerely apologize for a flippant remark. You are quite right to call me on it. I hope that subsequent comments and quotes show a better? more understanding? appreciation of the matter. As I've said before, the female MC's story is very much driven by what I've read and heard from survivors of assault. References to #MeToo should be taken as shorthand for an event that might not be termed full-on assault, but still unaccepted behavior - "I'm not comfortable with it, therefore it's wrong".
It's one thing to hear anyone speak, another to get into their heads and, as in this WIP, produce a believable voice and tone. I think I have a passable sense of how many men's interior monologues might go. BTDT Trying to write the interior monologue for a person (or gender) where I lack the background experience is, at least for me, rather a risk. Get it right, fine, get it wrong and ...what?... bury the thing?
Anyone's interior monologue (I draw a distinction between interior and exterior) is shaped by where they've been, who they innately are, and on and complex on. I know queer people. I won't attempt to write an interior monologue for a queer person even though, without a doubt, much of their thinking is the same as almost anyone else's, but there's a component I just can't understand - I haven't walked in their shoes. But then, I wouldn't undertake working on someone who's Black, Asian, Native American... Again, there's a component that's simply outside of my experience - I haven't walked in their shoes. I don't know a thing about medicine, or what I know is just enough to probably kill me. Why would I take on, wrapping much together, a Black Queer Radiologist? Point made, I hope.
Staying with the "what do I know" theme, having Brown characters in this story is inescapable. Just can't be done otherwise. Other than minor adjustments in spoken syntax, I've tried to be as ...what?... fair? understanding? respectful? of those characters as I would for anyone else in this WIP. Regrettably, if a Jorge is going to stay, as needed, a Jorge, speaking like a George fails altogether. Similarly, it seems appropriate to have an Irish family run the Mercantile. Without some admittedly stereotypical speech, they become just more townspeople and not people of some note, as required by the arc of the story.
The root of this thread is to specifically avoid stereotypical writing. I want what I write to ring true. When her words are heard, if it produces "no woman would ever say that", I've missed the mark. Badly.
Thanks to the conversation here, much of what I've read has helped to point me in a, I hope, reasonable direction.
Again, my most sincere apologies for what was meant to be a flippant remark about what is not a flippant or joking matter. What I wrote should not have been written. I will stand by the fact I wrote it, or anything I write. But I will also quite willingly accept and acknowledge that what I wrote should not have been written.
Friends?