I went to a gender-free store in New York. It was unusual not to see a clothing store separated into a men’s side and a women’s side. All the clothes were of mixed styles and anyone could buy them. Sure, there were things that were more masculine and things that were more feminine, but that’s the point of gender fluidity. People can express their identity without judgement or labels and wear whatever clothing they want. I am comfortable with my male identity – except I don’t really identify culturally with most males due to my lack of interest in sports, cars, and other macho pursuits. I also have a different opinion of women than most men, judging by the overwhelming number of predators and harassers that have been revealed in the past year. I considered a shirt with more of an advocacy message, but I’m not sure I would wear it. I bought a blue t-shirt with the name of the store on it instead.
I did video yoga and something must have been wrong with my controller because every time I tried to shoot the instructor with my namaste laser, nothing happened and she continued to describe the next position.
On a cold New York City day I noticed a distinct smell of charcoal that made me turn my head. It reminded me of my childhood. It was a pretzel vendor.
I signed on to my doctor’s website to schedule an appointment. The practice is owned by one of the two university health systems in town, so the corporate bureaucracy is heavy on the site. On the page with my profile information, they had additional field that had recently been added. Gender identity, legal gender, gender at birth and sexual orientation. And they had many choices – and the right ones – in the drop downs for these fields. I was impressed with their sensitivity to these gender issues, which certainly impacts medical care. I reluctantly entered in my information – male, male, male, straight – and finished scheduling my appointment. As I said, I was impressed.
Until I received my email confirmation. They just went through all the trouble of collecting my gender identity information and sent me an email addressed to Mr./Ms. Jeffrey Cohen. It was appalling that they couldn’t figure out how to address me in the email. Yes, there may be simple technical hurdles to get this right, but this is about identity and people need to feel comfortable discussing this in a medical environment. They went to the trouble to build the hard part, but they ignored the final step and didn’t tie it all together. Every touchpoint has to build that trust and comfort.
There’s an agency in downtown Raleigh that has a variety of old cameras in their window. There is a sign in the middle of the cameras that says “These cameras are for display only. We are a video agency.” I wonder how many people walked in trying to buy the cameras that it warranted that sign.
There was a parking sign with an smiley emoticon on it. I know that the sign was meant to be simple with its one color printing, but adding 🙂 to the sign seems a bit dated. Not to mention that it really is out of place on sign limiting who can park in a spot.
It’s very confusing to have fresh pasta in the fridge because it comes in a brown box that looks like it came from a bakery. Every time I open the fridge and see the box I think I have cake.
We took a food tour in Brussels and hit all the highlights. Our lunch started with mussels in a white wine broth. The main courses were a chicken stew with endive, which was in a white sauce with guz beer, and a beef stew cooked in a dark beer. The sides were mashed potatoes and Belgian frites. Our next stop was at a puppet theater turned bar/restaurant where we had Kriek, which is a dry cherry beer. We went to two chocolate shops and ended with a true Belgian waffle.