At 17 I just enjoyed reversing the gender stereotypes of my peers. I was raised in a hierarchal, conservative area (read: small-town Ontario) in the 1960s. I recall a girl sitting behind me in my Gr. 12 business class piping up, "Boys cannot be secretaries!" Personally, I thought, was she for real?
I feel clever because I took something that an ordinary person would throw away, or eat and resent because the yellow/peach coloured apples were mealy. But as applesauce, those pathetic specimens are going to be so good that I might even lick the bowl, and because it's just me here, nobody will know the difference.