If I were a woman, it would have been okay for me to sit this way or that way.
No one would have told me:
“That’s a really effeminate way of sitting.”
“Why do you cross your legs when you sit?”
My parents would have let me get the degree of my choice.
There wouldn’t have been all this talk of “You must study engineering, so you can find a vocational job when you graduate and make good money.”