A couple weeks before Thanksgiving this past year, my Dad told all of us at one Sunday dinner that my male cousin has taken to wearing women's clothing. After the anticipated amount of giggling that one might expect, we calmed down. Dad then explained how this cousin's brothers and sisters were shunning him for his choice. THAT we had a problem with. So when this cousin came to Thanksgiving dinner, dressed smartly in a skirt, blouse, pumps, and jewelry accessories, we were prepared for his looking different and therefore treated him as we always have (with fleeting interest and false concern since we none of us ever cared one way or the other about him before anyway).
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago when I called my sister to congratulate my nephew on his first chess tournament. My brother-in-law was asked to relay the 'new and interesting' news on this cousin. It so happens that this cousin, who sells jewelry at a very high end department store, had requested that he be able to dress as a woman at work. To their credit, the department store said yes, and following a week of vacation, cousin returned to work in full ladies' regalia.
All this is quite nice and accepting, and good for all involved. And I thought to myself how lovely it is that people outside the book industry are being so accommodating and open about this. My thoughts were all warm and fuzzy for cousin UNTIL....yes, UNTIL....I heard my BIL say one final thing:
Cousin now wishes to be called Scarlett.....with TWO 't's. WTF? Scarlett? You want me to call a grown man Scarlett? Come on....Scarlett? Is he becoming a stripper or something?
I'm still laughing at that one. I was with the whole situation until I heard the name he is choosing. Scarlett, good grief.