My department at work is mostly made up of guys. The guy/girl ratio is about 7:1. This has been the situation for me since I started my very techie career in 1999. For the most part, I have either been the only woman in the department, or one of a few women, all of whom work with guys. You get my drift? I am awash in testosterone for forty hours a week.
Over the years, I have learned to tune out sexist comments, unless they are particurlarly egregious, in which case I have to issue a smackdown. I have learned to ignore the burping/farting/disgusting behavior as much as I can. I have learned to speak perfect Tech, so as to appropriately communicate with the guys. Sometimes, though, it just gets to be too much.
For example, when I was a switch tech for Weblink Wireless, all of the guys on the day shift ate sunflower seeds. Guys in general love sunflower seeds (who knows why), but of course when consuming sunflower seeds, one must dispose of the shells. This usually includes lots of spitting and grunting, usually into disposable cups or empty soda cans. But this other switch tech guy had a plastic cup into which he spit his seeds on a daily basis. HE NEVER WASHED IT. It was green and crusted with petrified spittle and shell remnants. EWWWWWWW. This is guy behavior that grosses me out.
At my current job, my pet guy peeve is sports. I know that many women are just as into sports as men, but I swear, every guy at work is really into basketball and football. To the point where they refer to themselves and the team with the collective pronouns "we" and "us" and "our." As in, "Because the Whatevers have traded Joe Shmoe for Jake Shake, we will probably win this year." I'm sorry, who will win? Are you on the team? Do you even know how to play basketball? No. No you don't. So please, stop referring to yourself as part of the team. This is guy behavior that drives me crazy.
I have taken to amusing myself by pretending that I know nothing about sports. This is mostly true, but I do know basic facts like rules of the game. If I'm being forced to watch basketball, I will pester the nearest or loudest guy with questions like, "How many players are allowed on the court?" or "Is overtime in basketball sudden death?" This annoys them, but they know that I am just fucking with them, and they laugh it off. It does not have the effect I truly desire, which is for them to turn the game off. I watch a lot of basketball, people. The damn finals are like four months long. I hate basketball.
Gotta love working with the guys.