The answer to the gender of the co-worker I was talking to in my previous post was--
I am blessed to work in a great place. We are indoctrinated endlessly with political correctness classes, which we all (mostly) attend and choose to ignore. There's a general consensus that we're all adults here, and we'll say what we want, including telling somebody off if they make us mad. So I wasn't threatened or demeaned or anything by a compliment, I took it at face value; this particular person thought I'd look good in a bikini. Period.
I'm 48, and I grew up on the cusp of women's lib. My Mom refused to quit her job at a department store when she started "showing" during her pregnancy with me, and after I was born, she worked evenings and my Dad did the parenting. I'll never forget our fish stick TV dinners with French dressing on the fish, and Dad trying to coax me to eat the peas. I watched my Mom go to college and have a career, and later earn her Master's degree. So I had good role-sharing models growing up, at our house there weren't any gender based work assignments. Although my Mom was (and is) the cleaning fiend of the two.
We watched a lot of public television at my house, and back in the 70's that meant NOVA and other science-based shows. In school, I gravitated towards geeky classes like chemistry and Latin. It's funny now, the dichotomy of me--I was a good student and loved learning, yet I was, *ahem* a wild child. Which meant I spent a lot of time with the male sex. Actually, I've always had more male friends than female; in fact, blogging is the first time I've ever connected with so many women! In person I gravitate to men, and it's not a sexual thing. I simply find them interesting, perhaps since they're fairly transparent. WYSIWYG's. I feel more comfortable in a room full of men versus a room full of women.
Which is not a bad thing when you major in biochemistry in college, because often I was the lone female in ANY of my classes. I had a professor tell me that women didn't belong in science. Jerk. I got an "A" in his class.
But back to my work environment. It's mostly guys. The first couple of months were spent establishing personal boundaries, which was refreshingly addressed by outright asking me would I be insulted by thus and such. Of course not, but it was polite to ask, and if I had girl things to talk about I did the same. It's that way for everybody here. Some of us have encountered discrimination; me in school, or racial bias, or age. It makes for interesting discussions--two days a week I work with a guy who remembers having to drink out of "Colored" water fountains in California and going to segregated schools. Mainly we talk about sports, he knows every player on every team (ever!) and we have a great time on shift. And it's the same with the rest of the crew. Sometimes, a girl in a bikini is just a girl in a bikini.
By the way, if you know a really good dirty joke, I'd love to hear it.