I’m not female, but I have an MFIF story. My father used to run a financial services firm (before it tanked during the crisis). There were a handful of women working at the firm (although there was a pretty clear glass ceiling, with the most advanced women never quite making partner).
One of the women, a 35 year-old mother of two, would generally wear women’s suits: pencil skirt, black heels, a jacket and blouse. One day, I overheard my dad bragging to a friend about how he had approached her about her attire. “I finally told her that she needed to get some sexier clothes, and that she needed to stop looking like an old maid. I told her that she should have XXXX [my dad’s wife] take her shopping for some better clothes.”
The worst part was how righteous he sounded when recounting the story, like he had done the world (and her) a favor. #HFSF