I grew up with a fairly weak sense of gender identity, which I think is part nurture and part nature; I ended up in blues and greens as a child because I had an identical twin and we needed some way for people to tell us apart, and I remember often taking boys' parts in pretend play for no particular reason.

I never really felt unwomanly or conflicted about my gender; I was into My Little Pony as much as Ninja Turtles; and I accessorize my men's shoes with a Hello Kitty purse. So I think it was good for me, though I don't know if that belongs in the same category as "I got spanked and I turned out okay!"