My mom’s name was Mary Hiller. One time she sat on a plane and the guy in the seat next to her introduced himself. His name was Harry Miller.

My mom let out a little shriek and said, “My name is Mary Hiller!” She thought that was so fun and funny that they would be sitting next to each other with these parallel universe names, but Harry Miller didn’t get why it was unusual at all and stopped the conversation even though he was the one who began it.

In life, you can be a Mary or a Harry. I wanna be a Mary.

Yes. I do recognize how gay men are called Mary and I DID intend that insinuation.