I think we've all been there. Where we just give up rather than fight them because it's easier than the emasculation we'll put up with.

I'll go first: I once had a coworker who was blasting country music so loudly I couldn't speak with a customer. I turned it down, and this female coworker of mine walked up to me, quickly gave me a palm strike to the solar plexus, and walked away like it was nothing.

Now because I'm male obviously I'm guilty in some way. Unfortunately, the most guilt I'm aware of is saying something about Christianity within earshot of her that she was clearly offended by.

The cherry on that shit sundae was when I found her on Facebook years later she was now a humanist atheist.