STORY TIME THAT MAKES ME VERY VERY ANGRY: When I was five and my sister was two, we were house hunting. My sister was wearing navy blue overalls and had her hair cut short (this is important). Our real estate agent, who we had never met before, said "Oh how cute! What's his name?" My mom said "Actually, she's a girl. Her name is [insert sister's name]." Our real estate agent looked utterly lost. "But...she's wearing blue..."
Genderization.
Ew.