Disclaimer: I’m male. I have all the classic male characteristics, I have hair in all the wrong places, I pee standing up, and I’m unable to tell if clothes are wet or just cold.
I’m also a father to two daughters, and have spent most of my life in the company of females – from the grandmother who raised me to the various friends and girlfriends and (one!) wife who polished off the rough edges.
As a kid I was never a typical boy – I wasn’t interested in what all the other boys seemed to be. I was smarter and smaller and less aggressive than most, so picking fights didn’t appeal. I have the co-ordination of a drunk Bambi on ice so most sports were nothing but an opportunity to humiliate myself and be yelled at by my peers.
Because of this, I spent most of my time hanging around with girls. Most of my friends were female. As most outsiders do I regarded my (male) peers with disdain – but girls always seemed to be smarter and more interesting and less violent (with some notable exceptions).
I mention this not to imply that boys are brainless thugs, or to elicit any sympathy (or scorn) but simply to highlight the point I’ve been around females a lot. In much the same way I can tell what my cat likes without being feline, I have a fair idea what constitutes “fun” to the non-testicle-clad variety of human.