Amen to that! My daughter trained me early on. When the voice at the drive-thru asked if the Happy Meal was "boy" or "girl," I'd answer, "It depends--what's the toy?" A ballerina or a race car? Boy, duh.

I still yearn to hike on the App Trail, prospect for mineral specimens (a hobby I once pursued almost obsessively), and visit foreign lands. But most of what defines me now in my own eyes is traditionally feminine--domestic, relational, and artistic--while you are living the masculine dream. And most of the individuals whose company I most enjoy are androgynous down to their bone marrow.