“Gender is … the baby food brand that does, like, mashed vegetables.” “No, that’s Gerber,” Lianne says from her spot on the top bunk. “Gender is those little fruit snacks with the juice inside.” “No, those are Gushers,” I say. “Gender is the description of someone who’s really kind and loving.” “No, that’s gentle,” Lianne says. “Gender is a minor car accident.” “No, that’s a fender bender. Gender is the thing where rich people move into poorer areas and slowly displace all the existing residents.” “No, that’s gentrification,” Lianne says. “Gender is—”
