I'll speak to the "air conditioning is sexist" line, but from the other end of the spectrum. The AC in my section of the building where I work is controlled by the women. One day in the middle of winter I was literally freezing my nips off, and there was cool air blowing from the ceiling vents. I go and check the thermostat, and it's set for the lowest setting. I did a quick whip-around the department and lo and behold all of these women have blankets over their laps and/or space heaters under their desks. Because so many of these women were post-wall and pre-menopausal, they had the heat turned all the way down so they could deal with their hot flashes, but then they bundled up because they were otherwise too cold. And heaven help me if I had tried to say anything about it to any of them. I just took to slowly nudging the thing back up every night before I went home since I was usually the last one out the door.
You would think, but menopause does weird shit to women's body chemistry and apparently there were enough of them in the department dealing with hot flashes that the rest of them were okay with just running their heaters + blankets in dealing with the chill. That whole section of the building was the bane of our existence in IT, because their stupid heaters would either overload the circuit in their wing and pop the breakers, or they'd constantly have issues with the towers under their desks overheating because they'd aim their personal heater damn near right at it.
I'll speak to the "air conditioning is sexist" line, but from the other end of the spectrum. The AC in my section of the building where I work is controlled by the women. One day in the middle of winter I was literally freezing my nips off, and there was cool air blowing from the ceiling vents. I go and check the thermostat, and it's set for the lowest setting. I did a quick whip-around the department and lo and behold all of these women have blankets over their laps and/or space heaters under their desks. Because so many of these women were post-wall and pre-menopausal, they had the heat turned all the way down so they could deal with their hot flashes, but then they bundled up because they were otherwise too cold. And heaven help me if I had tried to say anything about it to any of them. I just took to slowly nudging the thing back up every night before I went home since I was usually the last one out the door.
You would think, but menopause does weird shit to women's body chemistry and apparently there were enough of them in the department dealing with hot flashes that the rest of them were okay with just running their heaters + blankets in dealing with the chill. That whole section of the building was the bane of our existence in IT, because their stupid heaters would either overload the circuit in their wing and pop the breakers, or they'd constantly have issues with the towers under their desks overheating because they'd aim their personal heater damn near right at it.