ITA Olympia. When I read a thread like this, I feel I am standing on a hill, getter a wider view than I usually get, and understanding why things are a little better.
Even when several people see the same thing, and hear the same things, they interpret them through the lens of their own experiences.
It reminds me of something that happened to me long ago, in college, that I have still not wholly digested. It is a 3 part story, and I'm going to start in the middle
After I graduated from UVM in 1977 with a bachelor's in physics, I couldn't find a job, so I went on to work on a master's. The good thing about doing graduate work in physics is that there is an endless need for lab instructors, so my tuition was paid, and I got half an office and a stipend. I also became an unofficial advisor to undergraduate women in physics, because I was the only female lab instructor. One day a junior named Elise asked to talk to me. I chased my officemate out of the office, and Elise told me her story. She was taking a required math course. She had received A's in her calc courses, so it was a shock when she received her first quiz back, and had a D+ on it. When she reviewed the work, she felt it had been graded incorrectly, so she took it to her old calc professor, who reviewed it and said that he would have graded it no lower than a B or B+. She told me that the professor who gave her the D+ continually downgraded and humiliated all the women in her class, shaming them every time they asked a question. She said the professor was a male chauvinist pig, but she felt powerless about it all.
Then she asked me what she should do. Remember this is in 1978.
I told her that the best thing to do was to drop the course (since it was still inside the add/drop period), and take it again with a different professor. However, (and now we get to the first part of the story), I had taken a class with that professor when I was a sophomore, and had dropped the course.
When I took a course with that professor, I felt he was nasty & belittling to me in class. He graded my first quiz B when the answers were all correct, citing deductions for "lack of elegance" in my work. After the first class, he said that he would be going over the homework in separate study periods at 4:00 PM. I had to be home at 4:00 PM since my kids would be coming off the bus then. I felt that in no way would I be able to fix my lack of elegance without attending the extra study periods, and dropped the class. I also found out at this time that Differential Equations (required for a math major) and which I was going to take the following semester, was only offered at 4:00 PM, every semester, and that there were no women's bathrooms either in the mathematics office building, nor in the mathematics building where classes were held. Although I had planned to be a mathematics major, I decided that I would take up physics instead, as there was no place in mathematics for me. I would never be good enough, anyway.
I had seen the professor solely as he related to me, through the lens of my own rather fragile self image.
Consequently, I wondered whether the professor was really a male chauvinist pig, or not. As it happened Elise's office mate, Gary, was in the same class, and was a good kid. I asked Gary whether Elise was right. Gary said he was nasty to people, but he hadn't noticed him particularly being nasty to women. However, the next day Gary came to my office and told me, "I was wrong & Elise was right. He was nasty and belittling to all the women, and not to the men. I never noticed before, but once it was pointed out it was strikingly bad." He added, "I never noticed before because I'm not a woman."
So all 3 of us decided the professor was a male chauvinist pig.
There is a fourth part of the story. About 10 years afterwards, I was reading the Burlington Free Press and discovered that Professor Nasty & Belittling had been fired-not for male chauvinism though. He had been swapping grades for sex. His method was to belittle and downgrade the women in the class until they felt scared and vulnerable. Then he would schedule these homework help classes, where he would approach them and offer to swap more extra tutoring for sex.
So he wasn't a male chauvinist. He didn't hate women. He was a garden variety sexual predator.
The scary thing is that it took the math department and the college over 15 years to figure it out.
I'm still trying to sort out all the morals of that story.