I've never been targeted for my looks or physique, even when I do push the boundaries a bit, but I acknowledge that I'm not quite in the same league as most of y'all. If it did occur, I very much look forward to responding. I'd blow them a kiss!
On the opposite side, apart from real life situations, I have been moderated or warned on other fora for coming across a bit strong. I'm happy to wear that, but I reject the implication that I can sometimes be thought of as a bully because of it. Using plain language to snap people back to reality is something I will never apologize for. I'll give an example in a sec, but in the meantime, it is worth remembering that (a) I do not troll, and (b) it takes two to tango. I also acknowledge that I've been in my fair share of barneys here too.
One of the other forums that I participate in is
Prostate Cancer — Cancer Survivors Network. Not too long ago, a new member came along and stated emphatically that he didn't want to take the adjuvant medication that was suggested to him by his doctor. No ifs, buts or maybes. He was looking for others who had done what he wanted to do, and of course, couldn't find anyone. I asked him a couple of times, admittedly in a brusque manner, why he didn't want to take that medication, and in the absence of a reason, assumed why. He then got shirty (I guess my assumption was correct; he was thinking with his little head, not his big one), refused to answer, and complained about my attitude. Others suggested that the procedure + medication yielded far better long-term survival results than the procedure itself. He then pulled the shutters across, complained about me again and my supposed arrogance, admitted that it was futile being his own doctor because of 'differing opinions', and left partly because of my slap down. Good riddance.
Notwithstanding his sensitivity and stress associated with his recent diagnosis, there was absolutely no reason for him to get all het up when the very people he was reaching out to didn't give him the fanciful answers he was looking for. He left before I got the chance to tell him that it's cancer, man, there's no room for airs and graces, and no room for pomposity. I'd reply similarly in a heartbeat if I thought it was necessary again.