Problems for Daily Piglet's kid reminded me of a story about my past that I chortle to myself about:
When I was growing up I would get called a girl a fair amount of times.
My favorite time was when I came up to a men's retreat with our church, and other churches in the area. I came in later in the morning, during a talk one of the guys from another church was giving. There was only about 40 of us in the room, and at the end of his talk he said something to the effect of "and that is something every guy, or girl -motioning to me, could be proud of." In his defense I did have long hair at the time. But common it was a men's retreat, for guys, I had to be pretty convincing as a girl for him to ignore that fact.
Afterward at lunch he apologized a bunch.