And nowhere do I feel it more than when I have to deal with "Girl World."
Girl World is this mysterious other place full of rituals that I only dimly comprehend and have no natural aptitude for. It's full of people who know how to accessorize, which shops sell what kind of clothes, how to put on make-up, do their nails, style their hair, get hit on by guys and lots of other skills that flummox me.
When I was younger, I told myself I wasn't interested in that stuff. I was above all that. I was an "egghead," not "boy crazy" like those other girls. Besides, make-up was created to oppress women and spending time on your hair and clothes was frivolous. (Can you tell what era I grew up in? Heh.)
I'm not completely clueless however. I have mastered the "girls must go to the bathroom in packs when out in public" rule, for example. Plus I color coordinate all my bike outfits. So I guess there is hope for me even though do I feel like I'm navigating in a foreign country where I don't quite speak the language.