My team lead joked on my birthday that it was an anniversary of my 19th birthday. He is trying to avoid any age discrimination. He's 27, so just a baby. I appreciate his tact, but you don't get this much experience at 19. 4 years ago I had a female manager of a different department tell me I looked about 50, so that made me happy. In the long run, I don't care what I look like, that was eliminated when my dad told me I wasn't pretty when I was a child. He had all the tact of a dump truck. To me, pretty is a chance of genetics. I'm smart, sassy, and witty, and those are MY doing, not genetics or surgery. When someone, especially male tells me I'm pretty I don't believe them. If they want to get on my good side engage me in wits, compliment my reasoning, talk about important things.