Isn't there a delicious irony in a bunch of cross dressers, so many of whom would love the world to be more tolerant of their own particular "peccadillo", not being able to find it within themselves to be tolerant of what is, let's face it, a harmless busybody? Clearly this old dear has so little meaningful in her life that she has to busy herself in other people's. Maybe she has no children. Personally, I'd probably be super nice to her.
