The Literary Horizon: Between XX and XY, Delusions of Gender

As I mentioned in my review of Jan Morris’ Conundrum, my female gender identity is rooted in connotations and images, not in my actual sex (though I am cisgendered). My gender identity is elastic enough that being read as male doesn’t bother me a whit, although it’s less common now I’ve got the princess hair (which handily turns into Legolas hair in a pinch). So you can imagine that gender essentialism gives me acid reflex. So today, we’re going to look at two books—one that looks at the supposed differences between the sexes, and one that looks at the social construct of gender.

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