Actually, that's not terribly funny to me because loads of those friends are transgender, inter-gender, non-gender, or whatever they may call themselves (not an insult to call them that, merely confusion on my part, I always try to do my best about what a person likes to be called). If someone wants to be called he, her, him, hers, them, their, kaleidoscope, whatever. I respect people. If a person wants to be called something, do you know what it takes for me to remember that? VIRTUALLY NOTHING. Sure, sometimes, I get it wrong and the person corrects me. I apologize and then *nothing happens*. Amazing how not being an ******* to a person gets you so far in life.