On another thread, someone mentioned grieving for the experiences we missed out on growing up as the wrong gender. Here's a trivial one that came up for me: I don't know anything about many "beauty" products. (Told you it was trivial! 😄 )
Hair conditioner. "What the heck does it do?" "Well, it conditions your hair. Duh!" Maybe it's because I have a scientific mind, or maybe it's because I am a bit autistic, but that tells me nothing. A product name should at least give some hint as to its purpose. Imagine if salt, pepper, ketchup and mustard were all referred to as food conditioners. Factually correct, but spectacularly uninformative. "Pass the food conditioner, please." "Which one?" "The one that conditions food. Duh!"
Okay, I figured it out with help from Google's AI. But it's the sort of thing that girls being raised as girls are taught, and that girls being raised as boys are not.
I am probably not going to run out and buy hair conditioner. I may not have known what it was for, but I sure can tell when someone has used it. The fumes burn my eyes and sinuses.
I came across another similar one today: body lotion. My wife asked me if I used body lotion. Um, no. Aside from the fact that she has never seen me buy any and never seen any empty bottles in the garbage, why would I? Is there some ailment that I have for which body lotion is a cure? Who would know? Only someone who was taught when they were young that body lotion is used for ... whatever. People being raised as boys don't get taught that.
Again, Google AI came to the rescue. Turns out that it is something that I might try some time.
Not all the experiences we miss out on when we are raised as the wrong gender are momentous. Some are, but some are trivial. But all of them give us reminders that we did miss out. I just acknowledge that yes, it sucks, but life goes on.