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Are you fine with women wearing men's clothing? Are you fine with men wearing women's clothing?

For my entire life, I’ve been 1) mistaken for a boy and 2) told I look like a boy. Early on, I learned to go along with this. When doing icebreakers in school, my fun fact often was: “Despite the fact that I look like a twelve year old boy, I am, in fact, a woman!” I joked about looking like a boy for so long that I started to believe it: I had short hair, didn’t wear makeup, and shopped in the men’s department. I looked like a boy. Simple.Then, in university, I was assigned a section of the book Female Masculinity by Jack Halberstam. In the chapter I read, Halberstam talks about how masculinity should be decentered from men. Men didn’t invent masculinity, nor do they own masculinity. There have been endless expressions of female masculinity throughout history.Beyond being simply amazed that I got to read a book for school that talked about lesbians (!!!), I was floored by this book because it expressed a feeling I had been searching for the words to for years. When you’re a masculine woman, people treat you like this weird pseudo-man: you’re like a man, but failing. You’re almost a man, but not quite. You’re a crappy knock-off for a man because your masculinity can’t be your own—it has to be a parody of someone else’s.But that isn’t the way I ever experienced masculinity. When I was a kid, I gravitated toward the boys’ section not because it was the boys’ section, but because I wanted to wear collared shirts with blue dragons on them. My taste is better now (I hope), but my masculinity is the same, and it’s mine.So when I buy a shirt, I don’t care if it’s intended for a man, woman, or a flying spaghetti monster. It’s a commodity, I bought it, and it’s my shirt. When I’m wearing a large baseball jersey, I’m wearing a woman’s shirt because I’m a woman and it’s my shirt. Pieces of fabric may have target audiences, but they don’t have genders.

What movies have you seen where the audience applauded afterwards?

Okay, let me begin by stating something rather obvious to us sensible people, which is that clapping at a screen in a movie theater, before, during, or after a screening, without a single individual involved in the making of said movie present, is fundamentally and indefensibly insane behavior.That being said, I have been party to this once in my life and have no regrets about it whatsoever.The film in question was Star Wars: Episode III—Revenge of the Sith.I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the very first screening of the movie, a day before the premiere, a minute after midnight. The theater was packed to the brim. A whole event had been prepared surrounding the premiere, with cosplayers and merchandise involved.I was 12 years old at the time, having been obsessed with Star Wars since before The Phantom Menace came out. (I have my Mom to thank for both; she was cool enough to take me to that screening.) “Excited” doesn’t even begin to cover how I felt that night. My expectations for the film were through the roof and I was absorbing every minute of it like my life depended on it. Oddly enough, I felt a similar vibe from my fellow moviegoers, almost all of them much older than me.Those of you who have seen the film know it ends on quite an emotional note, regardless of how you feel about the movie or the Prequels in general. John Williams’ score has hardly ever been more on-point, all the story threads are wrapped up, and the final shots bring us full-circle to the titular new hope from the next episode. (If I sound biased, it’s because I am; the ending of Revenge of the Sith still remains one of my favorite Star Wars moments ever.)When the final scene cut to the end credits, I was just overwhelmed. My 12-year-old brain could not process the overload of emotional stimuli, I was not capable of formulating a single coherent utterance, and the goosebumps simply would not stop.Then the lights went on and, as if on command, every single member of the audience sprung to their feet and burst into applause. It took me 0.5 second to join them. In that moment, it made perfect sense and seemed like the absolute best way to express what nothing else could.We all kept at it for a solid minute—speechless, exhilarated, overjoyed.I have never clapped harder in all my life. My hands were numb and red, but I’d be lying if I said life felt that good very often since. To this day, it remains one of my fondest memories.

Who's the most ridiculously good-looking person you’ve ever met?

I was a preceptor for a medical student who had to spend one month with me in my office. He was an extremely handsome, tall, well-spoken, gentlemanly guy who sort of looked like a copy of JFK Jr, but even better looking. I never imagined how such a person’s life was so affected by his appearance and was constantly witnessing female patients unabashedly asking him out for a date. When we went to the hospital to see a patient who was getting an ultrasound, the female technician stopped during her work and asked us to please leave the room as she could not concentrate well. I happened to have a less than attractive (let’s just say “not beautiful) medical assistant who was divorced with two young daughters and had been in the Navy, and was a tough Philadelphia-talking gal who always seemed to have a string of bad luck and troubled times. This med student actually asked her out on a date with her two kids to go to the zoo one afternoon. It was a an amazing experience to see the unexpected lifestyle imposed on a person just because he was so handsome. He went on to become a top GI oncology surgeon in the medical center and professionally was highly respected. Then he gave his fiancé an engagement ring (that cost $73,000!) but soon she decided against the marriage…….but refused to give the ring back! They got into an argument after he asked for the ring back. Her response was to make false statements on Facebook to thousands of “Friends” “in front of his colleagues in the medical profession and designed to destroy his stellar reputation in the medical community”. He sued her but ended up committing suicide. This was one person’s life who happened to be absolutely at the mercy of his own extremely good looks.