This is just an anecdotal story and you can interpret it anyway you want.
I had a very beautiful girlfriend, a model. She phoned me one evening during dinner, which is why I remember the story, because my kids did not like the idea of me running out during dinner when I was supposed to be entertaining them.
This gorgeous girlfriend was phoning me from the emergency room at the nearby hospital.
She had gone in with a rash that covered much of her body and was immediately diagnosed as having something contagious. She was promptly put in a private room.
She was then visited, by her own count, by 10 separate doctors who each took off her robes and examined her entirely and carefully. When she finally encountered the 11th doctor who was a woman she said 'maybe these men are just coming to look at me naked'.
The woman doctor immediately dismissed the complaint. But then my girlfriend was promptly sent back to the ER to put on her clothes and be discharged.
That is when she called me. She was still worried that she was contagious. I talked to her for a while and came up with a plan. At this point she had not put her clothes back on, she was still covered in a hospital garb.
My advice to her was to put on her boots and, still in her hospital garb, to walk confidently back into the ER and ask them if she had something contagious. At that point the ER team told her she had nothing but a harmless food reaction. She put on her clothes and we left.
Is this just a story about a female doctor who wouldn't admit that the males were interested only in a beautiful woman's body? (Fine with me, of course.) Or is there something else in the story I fail to see?