For what it's worth, years ago a friend ended up getting dragged to a Helen Reddy performance by his wife, and sat in the front row. It turned out that Reddy was wearing a tight, slinky outfit, and a lot of the songs she was performing weren't militant songs like "I am Woman", but vampy numbers. She noticed my friend watching her, mesmerized, with his tongue hanging out, so after a particularly smoky number she leaned over and asked him (into the microphone), "you didn't expect me to be sexy, did you?"
He turned bright red, and just shook his head like the idiot he was.
