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And the media keeps implying there were two instances. We don't have facts on that. It could have been a one-time thing, where two women were present at the same time, and they both jumped on the “gimme a check” bandwagon.

I witnessed that exact thing happen last summer. My boss was standing in the office of two women. The door was wide open, and there were other people in the hallway. Both of the women in that office hated my boss, but he didn’t realize the extent of their hatred until later.

One of the women was pregnant, and he made a comment to the effect of, “How’s the baby? Have you picked a name yet? Maybe you could name him Frank. Frank is a good name.” Frank was my boss’s name (fictional name for this story).

The pregnant woman took EXTREME offense to the thought of naming her baby Frank, because she hated him so much. She accused him of being inappropriate, and said his comment implied that she had had sex with him. She found that thought so repugnant that she retained a LAWYER!! And she had a“witness” because of the other woman in the office who also hated my boss.

My boss nearly got run off, even though his comment was intended to be friendly in nature. Both of those women were absolutely useless as employees, and they should have been dismissed long ago because of their horrible work performance. The women knew it, and there were massive layoffs coming, so they used this trumped up charge to keep their jobs for several more weeks (until the project ended). My poor boss had to put up with their superior attitudes during that time because they had a lawyer and they were untouchable.

Women can be extremely vicious, and Men are always on the defensive when it comes to these things. It’s always “guilty until proven innocent” in these cases.

Rudyard Kipling - The Female of the Species:

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other’s tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.