I try to be open-minded. So when the invitation came to attend a “Gender-reveal party”, I had to ask myself, “OK, Mr. Progressive, so how do you feel about THAT?” I could probably talk myself into doing a little cross-dressing, but I wasn’t sure my wife would be comfortable at such an event.
Fortunately, I didn’t react right away and, in time, I found out it was a party for a nephew and niece of mine, who were going to find out the gender of their baby and announce it at the event. Uh, yeah, I knew that. Sure.
Then again, to show up in drag and discover at the event that there was a slight misunderstanding could have been a lot worse.