If I could hear myself speak in an age where gender seems to be two lines merging and immerging, I wouldn't think of myself as a product of this or that. I've always thought that greatness or depravity was not a trait of what we had or did not have, but how we handled that lack or abundance. Perhaps it's because I was born into this decade and not the earlier or the next; perhaps it's because the world's changing views have insinuated a pandemonium of ideas. All anybody had to do was pluck them out of stasis.
             There is much to learn in an assertion posed subtlety as a hypothetical situation. Also, there is much to question. In the process of maturing, we've been given a certain set of rules not only imposed upon us by the mere whim of parents (and perhaps their ignorance?) but also of culture's dictation; its sublime tradition. Then, the world has its complaints about that. And it's a handful.
             Should we think it unfair that tradition and physical attributes 'limit' the deeds and actions of women and men? Does society implement a rule for little girls to play with dolls and little boys with robots? Does it come, perhaps, when the majority clings to certain, unique aspects of their 'race' (male or female)?
             Honestly, I can't relate much with the way I was raised when it concerns toys. I gawked at swords and inadvertently shot an arrow at my nephew's eye. I didn't even know tea parties existed until my sister bought us all a plastic house. I ended up being the father when we played house.
             However, I can tell you that my mother frustrated herself in forcing me to wear dresses, sitting with both legs tied together, splendidly being more courteous to guests than men in our family ever had the right or nerve to be. I was forever at a loss on why my nephews could drive huge tractors and I couldn't; why they were coddled and exempt from housework 'ti...