Yeah. I was actually equally bothered by Sherlock's apparent crush, not just because the "Oh, I was taking your pulse to see how you've got the hots for me" was cheap on so many levels, but because the implication was that she basically used her sexual wiles (herein referred to as breasts) to dupe him, instead of just genuinely outsmarting him. Because a woman clearly can't be smarter than Sherlock, but she can surely make him act stupid if she flirts hard enough.

The day that Moffat finally writes something completely free of misogyny will be the day I die of shock, so I really tend to ignore it in his stuff more than I probably should. I just assume it will be there and I will have to get over it if I want to enjoy a show that is otherwise fantastic.