Why can’t a woman be more like a man?

Yesterday, I was in Starbucks. As usual with Starbucks, the lighting was dimmed. I saw a woman with Rapunzel-like blonde hair and wearing what looked like hot pants (or at least very short cut-offs). I found myself admiring their legs, as any hot-blooded guy is wont to do. Then I heard the voice and looked at the face. After much Animal Farm-like double takes, I realised that this gorgeous woman was indeed a man.  His companion had short brown hair and wore jeans and a what looked like a shirt…and was a woman.

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