It’s Like a Saturday Night Live Skit

Walking down Broadway now and then, I've found myself a fun new little game. I try to guess the sexes of couples walking in front of me. The most amusing are the ones I peg as male/female, only to realize after a bit that they're actually female/male. This has happened more than once. It's a combination of Seattle's general gay-friendliness (at its most pronounced here in Capitol Hill, I think) together with Seattle's general tolerance of very informal hairstyles. Short hair might mean stereotypical straight guy, or it might mean steotypical lesbian, or it might mean stereotypical straight woman, or it might mean stereotypical gay man. Something similar goes for long hair.