Tinkly As a female fork lift driver many, many moons ago, I moved branch. On arrival the site office was decorated with a frieze (yes, really, placing had spirit level precision) of topless women from The Daily Sport. I elected to say nothing for a few days, having been down this road many times.
There was one bloke there absolutley busting for me to kick off about it so he could put me in my place. He cracked first and said something along the lines of 'You a dyke then?', I said ' what make you ask that' cue a lot of aggressive waffle about PC gone mad, wimmin, kitchen sinks, appreciating a nice pair etc etc.
All this was done in front of a load of other staff and customers, which I now think that was deliberate so I'd either take it, or kick off and get in trouble.
When he'd finished, I said something along the lines of 'I just don't understand why you'd surround yourself with images of women who wouldn't look twice at you. Is it some kind of fetish? Do you get off on torturing yourself by looking at women that wouldn't look twice at you? Seems quite pervy to me, especially since you've got a daughter of a similar age.' Walked out of the office and got on with my job.
Dunno who took the pictures down, but they were gone when I came back in later. Think this was the point that I learned that being calm was more effective than telling someone to fuck off.