They Call Me Mr. K

So I was just on the phone with the financial aid processing office at my school and after explaining a problem I was having, the operator replied:

"I don't know how to help you, Sir."

Now, I am quite aware of the following facts:

1) Today's world is filled with individuals that continue to blur the already indistinct gender line(s)
2) I have a very deep voice, much like that of a 80 year-old, chain-smoking, phone-sex operating grandma with laryngitis.

The point is this: I am WOMAN; hear me rasp.

I think I need something to make this rage in me subside. This photo of Steve Perry does the trick.