Yesterday I was taking my 10-month old daughter to our parent/infant swim class at the Berkeley YMCA. She happened to be wearing a blue shirt. The woman riding down with us in in the elevator from the parking garage asked how old she was and said, “Oh, what a cute little boy.”
“Girl,” I said.
“No worries. It’s the shirt. And the short hair.”
“I know, we’re all so color coded.”
As we were getting out of the elevator she said, “You know, I should be the last person in the world to do that … I teach feminist theory.”