I remember applying for a promotion in the 70s at the advertising agency in which I worked. One of the directors invited me out to dinner to discuss the position. He was a very fat American guy, very charming, and wanted to move the discussion to his hotel bedroom. I must have looked fairly horrified because I remember him leaning over and saying "my dear, don't worry about my size, I'm very light on my elbows". I spluttered something out about "well thank you but no thank you" or something like that to reject his offer and he said "well I hope you don't mind me asking, when you're my size you have to ask and if you ask enough someone might accept". Then he said that it wouldn't affect my job prospects. I didn't get the job, being considered too young apparently, although the personnel department did say that this director had personally recommended me after the interview as someone who was composed and poised in a stressful situation! Subsequently I worked in the oil industry when nude calendars were plastered all over the office walls. It was just a case of developing a thick skin and making it clear that you were a professional working woman and not an airhead, after which I found that the men's attitude was more respectful.