Holy shite, as the Brits say, men don't do this to other men?

I've had to work with overbearing micromanaging 'bosses' before, especially so the more dangerous the job.: to get myself through university, I worked on the railroad, banged nails in construction and handled a five-foot wide two-inch-long toothed, belt driven 'trim saw' in a lumber mill.

How long we put up with the patronizing is as complex as age, relationship, chain of command, and in some cases gender or sexual orientation.

I did have to work under (no pun intended) an OCD gay man who, when I finally told him enough, responded with an astounding, 'I'm an persnickety old queen, I love the drama and now dear heart, it's curtain time. Let the games begin."

We both howled. And he backed off and we worked well together. I miss him.