In most areas of life, I strive to be scrupulously gender-blind. But I do discriminate in one area. When my annual physical rolls around, I always request a woman doctor. This seems like common sense to me. Why should I tolerate a strange man poking around in my most intimate private areas when there are plenty of qualified women professionals with whom I would be more comfortable? Apparently, this is a decision to which male gynecologists do not take kindly, according to this post by Twisty Faster. Twisty quotes from an OB/GYN listserv in which one doctor takes pleasure in tricking women into thinking they are to see a woman doctor until he walks into the room and it's "too late," and another doctor advocates not "giving in" to the patient's preference for a woman doctor.
I am not one to rag on the entire profession of male gynecologists. I know at least one (the father of a friend of mine) who entered the profession with a strong feminist outlook and a dedication to women's health at a time when women themselves didn't usually become doctors. But that doesn't change fact that I have a perfect right to choose who is going to see me naked and who is not. And I don't think that it is unreasonable to decide that I'd rather not have random members of the opposite sex seeing me naked.
My one experience with a male doctor (a GP, not a gynecologist) confirmed my prejudice. One year I was running a bit late on a scheduling my annual physical. My former doctor had moved away, and I couldn't seem to get a timely appointment anywhere. I said to myself, "Happy, you need to get over your excessive modesty. The doctor will just look at you in a clinical way. It's not that big a deal. You're a grown woman and you have nothing to be embarrassed about."
So I scheduled an appointment with the male doctor. When I was taken into the examination room, the nurse instructed me to take off my clothes and put on a flimsy hospital gown. I did so and was sitting on the examining table with my bare legs dangling off the side and just a flimsy piece of paper covering the rest of me when the GP knocked and walked. He immediately recoiled in horror and yelled, "OH MY GOD! YOU'RE NOT DRESSED!" Having steeled myself to be naked with this guy, I was able to respond calmly, "Well, no, I'm not. The nurse told me to put on this hospital gown." The doctor apologized profusely, explaining that he would have preferred to meet with me first while I was still dressed. I reassured him that I was not embarrassed and that it didn't bother me a bit to meet him for the first time while wearing the hospital gown. The doctor was blushing profusely and insisted that he was embarrassed even if I wasn't.
He was very nice, but his attitude had the effect of making me embarrassed even when I had steeled myself not to be embarrassed. This was about five years ago, and I have never made an appointment to have a physical of that nature that with a male doctor again.