My dick is much bigger than yours..

I've just been witness to the wonder that is testosterone fuelled alpha domination. A wonder that is only partially understood by women with a temper let alone the normal, happy damsels of today. It's something that I like to refer to as "peacocking" (which I'm pretty sure is a scientific term, kudos to me) and humourously reminds me of every single David Attenborough documentary I've ever seen that ends in the animal with the smaller pair of testicles running away with its tail in between said testicles.
The amusing thing is that it takes absolutely nothing to trigger this natural instinct to be top dawg in our men. Don't get me wrong, I have flashes of entitlement when I encounter another strong female personality and, on occasion, my hackles have been raised when I have felt threatened.But I've found - finally, after yearsof experimentation - that fighting fire with ice is the best possible tactic. My secret weapon is indifference and it serves me well, not only in the field of petty domination but it also reminds me that I have nails, not claws, and conditioned hair, not a willd mane.
(Manly) Men, on the other hand, appear to forget that they now strut about on two legs and live in a civilised society - anything can be a threat to their dominance and it amazes me that it doesn't end in blows what with all the pupil dilation and fist-clenching. For example, I'm currently in a computer room at university with two very blokey men and we were asked to keep it down by the only other occupant of the room. In defence of the boys I have no doubt if they'd been asked politely - although I now realise this is an unrealistic option -  they would have adhered but instead this other occupant decided to tyranically letcure them, press his dominance through his contacts and insult their knowledge. Immediately the boys were biting back with their own comments, physically puffing out their chests (I kid you not) and undermining his rant thereby successfully intimidating him. To put the icing on the cake they suggested that he had in fact been trying to intimidate them and be aggressive but, instead of reacting how he thought they would, it really fucking pissed them off. Apologies were made from both sides, but only after the accuser had apologised for his initial behaviour. I think it's pretty obvious who won that battle and I have no doubt that if we started chatting again the other guy would keep quiet because, in scientific boy terms, he just got owned.
My reaction would have been a cursory apology before he got a chance to rant because, let's be honest, the altercation wasted everyone's time. Well, from a woman's standpoint anyway. However, I have no doubt the relationship between the three men has now been altered through this necessary, sanctimonious ritual from assumed equality -which left them all uneasy - to the natural Alpha, Beta and TheBitchWithHisTailInBetweenHisBalls.