Lovecat, I work with young women too and I get a bit sad about some ways in which they seem to sell themselves short. Then I agnonise about being patronising. (Then, occasionally, I actually get on with some work.)
I was in the workplace at a time when blatant sexism, though illegal, was effectively unchallengeable, for instance: I was told not to bother applying for an internal post because they needed a man to do it; I was told I wasn't getting a pay rise, despite an excellent appraisal with no criticisms, because "the MD doesn't like bright young girls". (I was not born in 1930 either!) I opposed about the latter, and was effectively constructively dismissed.
Now when I manage "bright young women" (as I prefer to think of them) I LOVE that they have a great boss (me, preen) who will encourage them, give them credit for their ideas and not treat them as uppity because they have them. And then it can be a bit annoying that some men treat them as eye candy anyway, but hell, that's like the weather, what can you do; but then it makes me really sad that they accept it and are not offended by, for instance, one young man turning to another at an industry do, gesturing at my very pretty young colleague and saying, "have you tapped that?"
I feel old at the gulf between my response to that, and hers. And I think, of course (who doesn't) that I am right, it is harmful and offensive, and she is missing something in thinking it's just funny; but there was a glimmer of hurt in her eyes, for a second, that she won't "indulge", there is a level on which she feels she is demeaned and humiliated but thinks the right thing to do is be a trouper.
I'm sad.
I'm really sad today.