You'll always be one of the boys.
Things I remember about working around an airport and teaching flying with a bunch of man-boys: 1. For one of my first glider lessons, my instructor, Don, described how a man should handle the stick in a plane. "Hold it like a man would hold a woman - firmly but gently." But he said to me, "Hold the stick like you would a man, firmly but gently." I looked at him. He was quiet, then laughed, and then cracked up. 2. One very foggy day near Oakland Airport I saw a very cool biplane, a WW II Stearman, coming in low. I was in my '67 VW bug running an errand. Gosh, I thought, I know that plane. Sure enough, it was a good friend of several of the flyboys. Milo was his name. He had a banner towing business, flying around sporting events while advertising all things...from beer to wedding proposals. If it needed towing, he could create a dollar amount to charge for it. He didn't have much to do with me. But I treated him with awe, just listening