If I were born female, my life would have been radically and indeterminably different. A difference in experiences means a difference in how a person is formed, so how someone would react to the same circumstance had they been of the opposite sex would be just as easy to predict as the occurrences their life up to that point under that condition. Since the latter cannot be known, the former cannot be calculated. Even with the assumption that the lives were exactly the same up to that point, there is still no theoretic or empiric way to ascertain how the change in physiology would affect the decision. I cannot know how a girl would act because of the plain fact that I have never been one, and thus do not understand their psyche. In turn, no woman has ever been a man, so she could not use the comprehension of men to accurately explain the difference. No givens means no solution.

Then again, not knowing women’s minds technically means not knowing for certain that women do not know how a man thinks. They very well could be able to anticipate a man’s reaction. But if we are going that far, we might as well consider that I do not know for sure that other men also lack feminine-empathy. Maybe it is just I. Maybe I am an oddball in this case. Maybe the entire world, excluding myself, shares a single hive-mind. There is no way of knowing. But since there is not, there is no point in dwelling to long on it, especially when it has little to do with the subject at hand.

Putting aside this philosophical nonsense and taking a more practical analysis does lead to two definite, but insignificant, probabilities. One is that I would not be as ready to display my pectus carinatum. The other is that this essay would have all gender-words reversed. These trifles are all that I can confidently say would be different if I was a woman. Anything else would be guesswork because, as I’ve said, I am a man.