We could digress into the anthropological implications, and how a woman can dress in any colour, and do any man's sport, or job, but a man becomes a target if he 'crosses' the line. Odd that.
One of my friends has 20 years of nursing under his belt and claims that he's never ever left alone by the women nurses telling him he's in the wrong job, only women can be nurses.
I'm thinking of dressing up and singing tip toe through the twolips in falsetto to reinforce my feminine side.
Back to going to the market and making supper for my wife, some laundry, and maybe wash the kitchen floor. I just hope she comes straight home from work and doesn't go out with the girls for drinks while the Filet goes cold and the bernaise sauce congeals.

John Conley
Musica est vita