‘Why do you get so mad anytime anyone mentions that you’re a chick?’ my mate asked, abruptly. ‘Like, I mean – you are one, right?’ I nodded, unsure where the conversation was turning. My forehead creased as I tried to parse the meaning behind his words. ‘Well, why don’t you just, I dunno, embrace it or something? I mean, I don’t know what it’s like to be a woman, but surely there are some advantages to it? Why don’t you, like, just focus on them?’
