Gender Misidentification

Maybe it’s just me.

I recently went to a lunch that was being hosted by some friends from church who offered it as part of a church auction. Bid on the lunch, win, come and enjoy. The only catch is that you may not know, or know well, the other people coming to lunch.

That’s OK.  It’s a way to meet people.

Well, at this particular lunch a young woman I didn’t know came with her three-month old daughter. Cute as a button

The baby was very well behaved and the mother took very good care of her, ever mindful that she was at an adult type event.

So far, so good.

When we asked the child’s name, we we told “Charley”.

No, the mother never spelled it out to be either Charlie or Charley.

I don’t know about you but I’m terrible at figuring out the gender of three-month old babies. Unless they have a cute onsie on that says “I’m a boy” or “I’m a girl”, I have no clue.  The clue comes with the name.

Naturally, I thought “Charley” was a boy until other people at lunch started using female pronouns to talk about the cute little infant. Needless to say, I was a tad embarrassed to realize I had referred to the baby as a boy.

Luckily, everyone was nice and polite and didn’t call me out for how stupid I was and of course it was a boy and how could I be so idiotic and not be able to tell the difference.

But, that brings me to the point of this post. I know females of all types that refer to themselves with male nicknames: Sam, Andy, Alex. I’m sure there are lots of others. The thing is that I can usually tell by looking at them or listening to their voice what sex they belong to.

There are those that say it shouldn’t make a difference. Maybe not. Still when you’re carrying around a little baby it would be nice to know.

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