When you’re a young child, it’s easy to look at every single person the same. Society and the grossly inequitable standards that it holds hasn’t dug its nasty talons into you quite yet. You only understand your body, mind, and conventions at face value.
But then we start to grow up — then we start realizing the things that differentiate ourselves from other people. Maybe it’s something ridiculous like learning that girls don’t actually pee out of their butt hole. Or the startling realization that boys can get awkward boners, and no you shouldn’t grab it like you’re trying to swat “that thing” away from inside their pants (growing up is weird, okay?).
Other times, the realizations are so profound, so devastating, that it changes your entire outlook on life. You, a large burly man, are walking home from class, speeding through campus with a hoodie on while listening to music. You come upon a young woman who darts to the other side of the path, fingers clenched, and staring down as she gets her phone out. You realize that she is conditioned to fear strange, physically towering men on campus — something you have never had to worry about a day in your life.