No, it’s the fact that they were the type of women who are comfortable in office jobs.
The kind of women who like to chit-chat about kittens and what’s in the latest Avon catalogue, and post little printed passive-aggressive notes with too many clip-art images, complaining about the smell of popcorn in the microwave. They were the type of women who found seven-hundred excuses to spend the office petty cash on cheap grocery store cakes, then made a big show of only taking “just a sliver”, and still felt they had to point out the calorie content of your lunch.
I’ve never met a man working in an office job who was more concerned with that kind of ridiculous behaviour than they were with, say, actually working. Now, I haven’t met every man in an office, so somewhere they may be a man in an ugly sweater griping about how Jennifer gets a cup of coffee every morning but who has ever seen her put a dollar in the kitty? but again, I’ve never met him.