It's a boy! OK, but now what?
Seconds after I was born, back in the 1970s, the doctor threw a cursory glance between my thighs. On his words, the nurse wrote boy in the official document that announced my arrival to the administrative world. The whole process took only a second. It was not fast because my bits would be so big and obvious – although, for doctors and nurses, I guess after seeing hundreds, it becomes that obvious. No, in truth, it was more that they really don’t take any time doing this. It is a requirement that they must write down the gender, and so they do, but the bulk of their work is elsewhere. I bet many don’t give it second thoughts, it’s almost a reflex to look briefly and speak aloud “girl”, “boy”. That is all it takes to create the gender definition of a human being: a quick glance from a doctor or nurse and a large chunk of your identity is set for life.
