The earliest traumatic event in my life I can remember occurred when I overheard my sisters ask my mother what they were made of. They were told “Sugar and spice, and all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of”. Eager to be reassured, I asked if I was the same. My mother frowned, shook her head sadly, answered “No” and added “Rats and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, that’s what little boys are made of.” Oh, the horror. But, after many years of therapy and a good grounding in biochemistry, I’ve managed to get over it. Hopefully, in these “woke” days other little boys won’t have to suffer from such sexist unfairness.