Life is full of important questions: Why am I here? Is global warming real? Are you a girl or a boy?
For the record, I’ve only been asked this question by a handful of bold and curious individuals.
Usually, the question presents itself in other ways. Like, most recently, when I used the ladies room and a gaggle of little girls loudly commented on how there was a boy in the bathroom. There’s a fine line here.
These girls hadn’t been exposed to women who look like I do, and it’s never my ambition to scare small children. In the case of this most recent incident, I explained to the girls that I was also a "girl" and that girls can dress and wear their hair the same that I do.
I immediately left for two reasons: one, I was uncomfortable and, two, I didn’t want my presence to make the girls uncomfortable. My girlfriend stayed and finished her business and was able to hear their nanny explaining to them that they behaved in appropriately.
This article appears in Mar 28 – Apr 3, 2013.