Oh, Kel, you said it so well.
Here’s one of my own anecdotes:
I used to take my car to the same shop for routine oil changes, and everything else it needed as it slowly fell apart. I was a pretty regular customer. Usually I’d go alone, so the mechanics would talk to me, like a person, and tell me what was going on with my car. The one time I show up at the shop with my boyfriend and he’s sitting there waiting next to me, the mechanic comes out, walks right over to the boyfriend and starts telling him about my car.
Because obviously I’m a woman who doesn’t know shit about cars.