This cartoon highlights some experiences at my previous job pretty well, although the reality was that no one actually would have told me anything at the time of my great transgression:
If she had complimented him on his suit, would he be justified in feeling bad about it?
I guess it's some kind of absolution. Deliverance if you will. (Insert banjo tune here)
I just don't get it. Why am I a sexist pig if I try to tell someone something to make them feel good about themselves?
People who have a problem with that probably need to get laid. Real hard and real bad.
And that's all I have to say about that.