thank you to everyone for really interesting, well thought out and heartfelt posts.
andiewithanie - this is fascinating " i even got irrate because women weren't quietening down because now i was seen as female."
How did that work in your head? Was it a consciously "manly" response - "why are they not deferring to me, THE MAN" - or as I am guessing more likely - just a general "ugh, these people are so noisy and rude and aren't giving me the attention I deserve and usually get"?
When I was on maternity leave I used to see this in my friends' husbands a lot (I am sure they still do it but I don't hang around with the the same group of women in the same way). We had a routine that involved a big group of women, babies, and toddlers at someone's house once a week and usually the men were at work. It was a lovely time to get together in a crowd and mainline coffee and cake and basically just say "OMG, I know, I know". Breasts out all over the place, great piles of toys for the toddlers, babies miraculously calm for the first time all week because they were boggle-eyed absorbing all the action.
Anyway every now and then someone's husband would be home for some reason, or would come home, and would appear at the door of the room we were in sort of ...loiter there, usually with a patronising smirk, or would say something incredibly "humorous" and patronishing, probably addressing us as "ladies", and wait for everyone to give him some attention and offer him something. The women always did. Sometimes the men would not to do this but come in quite crossly, give a sort of muted glower to the room and withdraw, which was a signal to his wife to leave the group, find out what he wanted, and get it for him. She always did.
It was clear to me that the general disrespect that men have for women was heightened by the fact that we were in a social group in a domestic setting, which men associate with leisure. I have never worked harder than when I have had babies under about 9 months, and my DP (I only cite him, because I know him) has never worked that hard, for a sustained period, in his life. And yes, those women were my friends but they were also colleagues. We swapped ideas, we coached each other, we were experts. We deserved more respect than that. Those men should have come in and waited on us with cappuccinos and patisserie in gratitude for us nurturing the next generation and they should have sat at our feet and listened quietly, like meek students, so that when they got the odd day with a child they didn't have to freak out and put the TV on for 8 hours and serve takeaway pizza. (only half joking)