My son loves cars and trucks and things that go. He is fast and loud and boisterous. Wherever we go, he gets approving comments (“He’s such a boy!”) — sometimes with an eye roll, but still clearly approving.
My son also loves dolls and princess dresses and sparkly wands, and, given a choice, he will always pick out the pink and purple crayons.
But apparently nobody sees that, because nobody ever comments on it. Or if they do, it’s to laugh and say he’s just copying his big sister.