When I was a kid, there were girls and boys, men and women. My sister was a bit of a tomboy (hardly surprising perhaps, given she had two older brothers). Truth be known, I was a bit of bit of a sissy (not as acceptable as my sister’s gender-non-stereotypical behaviour) but, apart from ‘big boys don’t cry’, I was never particularly shamed on account of it.
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