I really wasn't willing to let this go. Why? Because a younger me - in my early 20s, say - likely wouldn't have even realised what was going on here. When the doorman told us to go home and put high heels on (effectively telling us to look sexier before coming back), I would have probably thought, 'oh, OK - I need to go home, pile on the bright pink lippy, wear the highest stilettos I own and the tightest dress poss, then come back with bells on'.