When the RAAF still had helicopters, half the fixed wing dicks wanted to fly them but didn't get posted there.
We had a great non-politically-correct song that went through most of the types in service and basically said if you couldn't hover, you were a poof.
(I did about half my time on planks so I guess I'm also bagging myself here in part, but it's all in the name of good-natured ribbing, so no offence to anyone, particularly gays, except those fixed-wing plonkers of course).
It was to the tune of 'The Road to Gundagai' and had numerous verses along the lines of "Then there's the trashies, they are rather camp, but we know where they take it - they take it up the ramp!" or
"Then there's the triple ones with their moving wing, but we know where they take it 'cause they don't complete the swing!" etc. etc, leading to a rousing chorus of "If your wings don't rotate then you take it up the date, we are the (insert squadron name here) ... "
Seriously though, the main line of defence is that most fixed wing drivers would love to have a go at flying a helicopter, we know it and they know it, and unless they're doing low level aerobatics or something, then they're just drilling along from A to B pulling their puds.
Caution - fighting words!