Toronto is a city of immigrants which is what I love about it. However, other cultures don't always attach the same meanings to my culture's artifacts as I do, and this is disconcerting. In my culture, if someone is wearing pink, they're for 99% certain female. If the pink-wearer looks male at first glance, you look again, checking for stubble and so on because pink, well, is pink. Especially if it's a blushing spring rose pink. Other cultures don't do this, is why I, in my blushing spring rose pink baseball hat, was twice addressed today as Sir.
For reasons of my own, I find this dispiriting. These days I'd be happy getting a Japanese kids' 'obasan' from store clerks, which is otherwise supposed to make me cry.