During my time in a blue suit I bashed a haggis in the No. 1 Bomber Group Pipes and Drums. We once played for a graduation parade at Spitalgate, the WRAF basic training station just outside Grantham. I needed some cigarettes and wolked into the NAAFI - in full highland dress - an interesting experience to say the least. A lone male in a kilt walking innocently into a room full of a couple of hundred women. I never knew they could be so..... er, crude.
The thing is, many women living in a 'mans world' like the armed forces have to learn to put up with a similar experience day in, day out and I know at first hand that it isn't much fun. I've never tolerated any 'teasing' of women in the sections that I've had under my supervision over the years since I fled from Spitalgate NAAFI and I didn't need any PC paperwork to encourage me.