It always comes down to listening, doesn't it? When speaking is so much more fun.
There might be something to this. When I got my psychology degree (in the Eighties, in case this info has been superseded by more current research), we were taught that
as a group (this says nothing about individuals), preschool girls had better listening and interpersonal skills than boys, and this continued through to adulthood.
It might help to digest this. If it's still true, that would put men
as a group at a disadvantage when it comes to listening skills. Not that this absolves them from making the appropriate effort. It helps me, patience-wise, to realize that something is harder for someone else than it is for me.
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Okay, now for my anecdote. My husband and I own a construction company. This was never my goal in life, but I must admit it pays the bills better than teaching ever did.
It's not fun being the lone woman on the jobsite, but usually it's even worse when I'm
almost the only one. Most of the time I can't even get a key to the woman's job johnny out of a secretary. Apparently, since I'm dirty, (waterproofing is incredibly messy, and sandblasting ain't much better), I don't count. God forbid their clean little backsides should touch the same seat as mine, even though everyone I know always lines the seat in a public restroom.
Then there are the men. I've had to fire guys because they couldn't take direction from a woman. I don't have an ax to grind in this area, but there's no such thing as
almost waterproofed. It's like roofing in that way. If your roof leaks in the corner, typically you aren't happy that it isn't the whole thing, especially if you just paid a great deal of money to have it done properly. Compound this with the fact that many of our jobs are below grade. To fix a roof, you climb on top. To fix below-grade waterproofing, first you have to get out the 'dozer, ripping out all the landscaping, etc. I can't afford mistakes. It's perfect or it's no good. It has to be done my way because it's my ass on the line. (And, y'know, because we've looked up the specs and we don't cut corners.) But there are some men who just can't take this.
What's really amusing are the superintendents who can't believe I'm in charge. They always want to talk to one of my employees. I hate dealing with that crap anyway (I skip out of every job meeting I can--they're about the most inefficient use of time there is.) So, fine. Let a man explain waterproofing to the guy running the job. I'd rather get some work done. I get paid by the foot. Fortunately, all our areas of expertise are ones that I can compete or outperform the men in, barring heavy lifting, because they're all about skill. One of my employees, Dan, got really embarrassed by this. But he knew his stuff, so I told him I had no problems with it. I didn't have to deal with some guy who couldn't wrap his head around thinking that a woman might know her own trade better than he does. (Almost no general contractors self-perform waterproofing. They typically take the carpentry and concrete work.) And waterproofing is often a poorly understood trade. Much of the time, I have to teach the inspectors how to inspect me.
It's just part of my life, and I deal with it. It does help to remember that I'm getting paid more than most superintendents, and we're rarely on a given job for very long.
ETA: I thought I should add a codicil to this. A few guys have been very supportive, even protective of me. On one jobsite, Sean was my six-foot-four tattooed guardian angel. He dropped his tool belt and told a guy who gave me much more than the common rash of crap to either shut up or wade in. (That was such a beautiful day. I made Sean a main character in one of my stories for it, set on a jobsite and all.
https://cathleentownsend.com/2016/07/19/tool-thief/)
So it isn't all one way. I don't want to leave you with the impression that all guys on construction sites are jerks.