Not only did I spend my teenage years at an all- girl school, but I also grew up with a sister and no brothers. I practically didn't have a conversation with a boy my age until I went to college. And yet somehow I am now a Lone Woman in a Land of Men, the only member of my household who won't walk around wearing nothing but underwear and who goes ballistic if the toilet seat is left up. I am also the only one in my house who has no interest in watching, playing, or following sports in any way, shape, or form. And that's another one of those things from my childhood that has changed with the times— thank goodness. Like a lot of girls I knew growing up, I pretty much never caught or threw a ball, or watched an organized ball game, until my own kids started playing sports. I'm still mystified by the definition of a double play, and inevitably I am chatting with another mom or reading the paper when a Really Important Thing Happens in the game. Which always leads Elon to come running over to loudly cross-examine me.
