I ride a unisex step-thru framed Dutch/utility bike. It is unisex.
Except in the UK – where it gets laughed at by drunken men. ‘AHAHARRR a WENCH boike!! ‘ <— So barfed a witty older gent halfway in his cups outside the Forester’s one night.
I fair skipped with glee to see his confused little eyes shining with joy at his own jape. I raised my pint to his and said ‘it’s unisex!’ ‘Cheers!” *clink*. ‘Haharrraarr, eh?’
Then right away he really quieted down and became drunkenly thoughtful. He looked briefly over his shoulder and frowned, whilst addressing the literal brick-wall behind him (as a friend), asking, reaaally softly in a rising, perfectly earnest pitch: ‘whyzee goaaht … wench boike???’
When he turned back to me his eyebrows looked really happy (like far up and outwards) and he seemed to forget all about the bike/gender conundrum. Then I finished pint, said goodbye and cycled away. ‘HaarrrAAHR!ghaaaah’. ‘Eh?’
Sorry didn’t really address yr Q, OP. But it’s a true story 🙂
Moral of the story? If it fits, wear it and be buggered damned!